Words assembled by some elusive eloquence...
Sounds strung on the air, painted with syllabic accuracy
In the pretentious permanence of print and paper
Wired into sequence by some spiraled filament...
Thoughts spun into sounds and images,
Spilling into space in the timeward journey
When discovery leaps like lightning from the fingertips,
And the Poet gestures like Thor thrusting thunderbolts
From a fortified Infinity...
Startling the limitations of consciousness
With the destruction of brilliance
Illuminating new boundaries,
New directions, new perceptions
Willed and welded into words
Expanding from its point
Of immense imitation
Of imminent immortality---
The solid sculptured lines
Perpetuating the vanishing pulse of Now
In the endless presence of timeless textures---
Yet, as feeble as the fluid moments frozen
In quick silence and swift script
In the unguarded, unprotected moment
When the fragments of his soul
Perish in the portending doom of negligence
And are lost with other remnants of the past.