Saturday, August 23, 2008

Our Words Are Angels

Our words are angels
each one a miracle-worker
or a lurking demon
our mouths portals from heaven
gateways to the grave
our tongues sparks of fire
with which we inflame the world
every open ear a chalice
brimming with bitter/sweet libations
we ingest the nectar, or dregs
of the spoken world
dividing sound from sound
deciding, syllable by syllable
whether to fly or fall.

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