Saturday, October 13, 2012

a word



a word
one word
is all you seek
a word to shape your soul

you open mouth, eyes, ears, and mind
receive whatever comes

a word
one word
a form of speech
with which to build a home

a place where masks can be removed
a place to write your tome

a word
unique
an utterance 
perhaps this is the one

abstraction, image, notion, thought
your labor's never done

a word
one word
from whence it comes
may matter all the more

for deep within it shall emerge 
the other words ignored

to speak
a word
you must unlock
your lips, reveal your place

until you can release your fear
no one can see your face.

My love,
Psyche,
Oh Butterfly,
Why have you flown so far?

Afraid to face the ugliness
and show me who you are.


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