A Word Like Wire

#A Word Like Wire In your communion in the dark

My words might spin away like sparks

Or skitter off like swarms of silent fireflies  

    They might fall like endless rain

    Upon a vast and empty space

    And fill not one minute iota of your time  



And though I captain brave battalions 

Of nouns like "Psyche" and "Pygmalion"

And I know a hundred ways to rhyme with "mirth"  

    There is a word which tastes like wire

    Scalding hot and seared in fire

    Yet I hunger for it more than all the earth  



It's ocean-blue and yet vermillion

Glimmers gold like several billion

Suns together in a rhapsody of dance  

    And if i ever find the courage

    I will step gladly to that furnace

    And lay dying in an ecstasy of chance.  

--LFF

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