Say it.
A single word
--one not marred by the ephemeral perversity of thoughts,
One not asphyxiated by the conditions of feelings.
A single word
unhindered, unsullied by meanings
secluded from transient truths
abandoned by understandings
--whether divergent or whole.
Say it.
Without love of it
And for it
One which,
by its own virtue
Needs not saying,
Needs not being.
Can you say it?
Can it even escape your swollen lips?
If you could say it,
If you were to say it
It has
No sound
But if you say it.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
"Say it"
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