somewhere there is…

somewhere there is reserved
some space to contain the
fire spread amongst the ruins:
the columns and grand pedestals
once this heart with all its
might have stacked, mitered
and bolstered up towards
ceilings so high— we
merely crumbled as Babel did,
severed our language, muted
us from one another; and even
as i utter the same phrases
over and over
i hope you understand,
i’m trying to return to you

© mr gahon 1/29/15


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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