By Toklas
Date: 14 November 1999

It's all about the words

            Pouring them out 
  like ten cups of coffee in the morning
While the radio blares traffic reports and swears it’s
         Going to be a fine day.

      Too many words and never enough
    Sing them, fill the spaces between the stars
      With minutiae, flickers' of the heart 
       Lost in the vastness of the sky.

       Bind up your wounds with the few 
       that leap beyond the struggle.
       The few that echo in the forest
       When your feet snap dry twigs
  
Or wrap around you like a cloak in a dense fog
     While you shiver in the indifferent 
          quiet of the night.