Words have surity, an absolute
value as mathematical formula
unchanging definition as humanity
of fruition.
waves,
This rapture; this is relief.
The bar at the back of my throat
lowers itself, words crowd and
cluster and push forth one
on top of another, it does matter
what I say, crowding, like a
fluttering bird, one sentence
crosses the empty space between
us, it settles on his lips.
