The journey
Word sent
Word weight heavy less
I don' t understand the journey that you take
Only that your arrival is thread bare organic
Flimsy light purposefully driven
Under the skin of the object
You are telling me
That words
Are living
Whose cells unfold and multiply
Some insinuate a 'texture'
Some hybrid and hibernate
Some spring
Some loosen and unbud themselves
From surface forming
Those dark shadowy things
The recesses of what an amnesiac
Has chosen to desensitise
They are the memory box
The shiny button
The torn school name tag
The crumpled first diary
Some secrets
Some return to pure sensation
A first taste of being feeling
outside, of what it is 'to be'
They are alive
Living
After what is written is long gone
yvette smith april 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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