Words are Kites for Things

Words chase Things
kites attached to strings,
pulled, thin
lines of meaning
at both ends.

pursuing avalanches
of atoms,
repeated down history

become screams,

ease out from larynxes,

and the sound for Love
erupts in lightness,
drifting on a wind
which wafts
its’ nothingness
into the tiniest of existences.


9 thoughts on “Words are Kites for Things

  1. love that rather explosion there in the end as the trees ease out the larynxes then the burst forth and then it becomes small again…great crescendo…just thought of the word i was trying to come up with…

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