Spirits, Spirit, and Spiritual
alchohol of drink goes in
dormant spirits come out,
other sly spirits enter, stir up
memory of secrets devout,
routed from every corner and furrow,
leak, trickle flow, expand and fill
the wells, run over the brims, to tell of
sordid and grim, prideful and sinful
mundane and inane or of din and import,
in language sad of humorous, full of
simile and metaphor, ambiguity intensional
or unconscious, cognative or unknowing,
once out, starts talking and walking
on the strength of its self,
having a life, splits and gives birth
to some of its own, designed or disowned
with or without more drink and spirits
once heard, roams and multiplies in forms
without, catalyzers to speed
or slow down, speech of emotions packed,
in naivety or stupidity
noble and great the power of the word
spoken or writ, or filled with drivel
babble and wit, cliche or kitch,
in which case, silence is golden
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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