journey to the Lost Words

my Muse is always in a state of pending ~
fishing in the shadowlands of my peripheral vision,
releasing the catches in just enough light
that i will see the ideas and claim them for my own

fertile ground, her DMZ -
a grayscale gradient between what is fully seen and what is intuited,
pregnant with Being waiting to be dipped in colour and duality

today's marching orders were to go after the Lost Words;
adjectives nouns and syllables i'd penned the last 50 years but had lost to their medium's betrayal~
faded pigment, demagnetized disks, abandoned Moleskins and atrophied grey cells

the noosphere spread its arms open and welcomed me home,
dropping me into one of its arteries ~
a canyon reaching from dust to stars,
stacked high with letters on one side and numbers on the other

towards the horizon the characters and digits coupled and sired friendly ghosts,
caught between quantity and quality,
hanging like charms off newly night-ed stars

and in the foreground, the Lost Words ~
backlit by god, peeling off the walls and fluttering to my feet.

alone they whispered,
but strung together they formed the relief map of my secret journey ~
a symphony, to a chorus,
to two words
summoning
the One

sub ek

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