Becoming Words

(1)

Death Of A Poet:

In a cloak of greyness
her embers rose,
wayward and burning still
as words in her mouth
yet unwritten nor spoken;
words which lay unformed.

The memory of her was alive
still in so many minds
and pages in volumes,
eras, decades, storied
in a past so vibrant,
so crystalline in its power.

We can remember
all the poets taught us
as we become their words
for a lifetime, or a spell
long enough to be inspired
we can be as they were,
we can learn and teach,
we can burn and reach;
we are the new carriers of
the timeless torch.

(2)

Resurrection:

It all became words
after burning through reason,
breaking it's seal.
They were like little embers
ready to burst forth;
those realizations,
those conclusions.
Yet amorphous they
huddled together in unwritten volumes
on stacks of virgin paper
in hungry minds yet unread.
They conglomerated like
blood cells under trauma,
those clumps of letters not yet
comprehensible but borne of isolation,
glowing in it's medium:
The unspoken sanitarium full of
word-children yearning to hold hands
in a chain of poetic announcement.
'We are here, we exist; let us become something,
let us endure'.        

And so they learned everything I know;
they learned how to dance with their eyes closed
in the midst of no music
in an empty white room.
They exploded, imploded,
they no longer had form.
They melted like wax to be reformed
They became molten experience
interacting randomly, amplifying
each other, becoming a shout
resonating with utter void.
So many of them formed to fill it
that it became unlocked and opened
and the words flew out
flinging themselves aloft like
spores in the wind.      

And more were generated to
take their place; there was no stoppage
to their rule.        
I gave them dominion over prayer, over belief,
I let them spin and scatter to
every corner of my mind until they
found purpose;
they began to know existence
in detecting the faint heartbeat
of their own fervor.
Their vibrations became meaning,
their configurations a story.
What I envisioned, they became,
even in unknowing of what they could become
and what secrets they could reveal.
To this end, I gave them life and they found
and wrote their own story's ending.    

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