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wordherd | a poem by a Faust

wordherd

if words arrive and disappear in herds, could we grow symbiotic

think of oxen,  of cattle, or sheep, of goats,  or horses

think of  breathtaking sunrises, dappled hillsides bucolic

think of trees standing guard as brooks babble their courses

or just allow me a moment to think thereupon

and to think myself happily employed therein

steering my precious livelihood hither and yon

to where be the best grazing that we haven’t been

and come nightfall i’ll gather kindling and wood

and build light out of darkness and flame from desire

and perhaps weave clothing from a phrase that had served as my food

longing for the morning’s metaphorical milk, i retire

neither farmer,  nor hunter, nor gatherer i

whose way with words prefers asking how over why

written on account of @rhymesradical

april 14, 2020

 by a female faust

because cradles

originally here

originally here

the fifth power of the sphinx

click to enlarge, and as always, as right-aligned text, is selectable below (albeit rather hard to read).

Reposted (orig. post 2/25/13, poem c. 1996) to honor a beautiful Soul now, perhaps, more alone than before, but a Star nonetheless, possessed of a færy light strong enough to pierce the looming thick & growing Darkness, a light strong enough to reach me & in an instant move me, however unimaginably distant. 

Thank you for being alive, for reminding me that I yet live.

May I live long, & learn to find words fit to return such a favor.

THE FIFTH POWER 

OF THE SPHINX

 or, 

With Feathers, Yet Loyal

by a female Faust, written c. 1996 

.'. JOY .'.

...see your Life left a chance yet a Present perfect as surrender to new

.’. LOVE .’.

always already the only Foundation upon which will the Great

.'. WORK .'.

be as good & as easy as is Energy Infinite & as Beauty is True

.'. WILL .'.

Birthright Divine of Innocence Human: even in sorrow, to know you can See...