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The Word

for Christopher Dewdney

Impossible words once hovered
in the atmosphere above
our monkey intelligence.

Before the rain of words came down
our primal minds moved constantly
and without the boundary
that so much open space
could be separated
into sounds like
sky & savanna.

We began to play with those verbal angels
condensing our free roaming thoughts
into solid shapes that turned
unexpected oases into known plateaus.

We were magnetized
by the miracle of The Word
holding us higher, together.

We can reach even higher
for another level of language
waiting to descend.

We can learn to sing like shamans
whose unobstructed icaros
fill out between the fixed consonants of this world
and reopen the sky with the vowels of infinity.

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