Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Sunday, 6 March 2011

If the world is made of words

the sea is warm and dry -
gush after gush restoring me
till I go gaa... or die

Not remembering the word
I float in fresco-memory...

This is my whisper to the world
which is all that words are not:
Man is just his hubris hurled
out of your melting pot.

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