Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I'll begin with the word, "untitled"; its transparency, and its invisibility,
Heavy with whatever meaning
You'll will it to be. The world will enter here,
Just as unknown, as long as we let it be.
I want to treat each word as a jumper upon a trampoline;
Reaching for the heights, the stars. Keep on, in your den,
Because even the untitled find their place,
In their riches
Always striving toward sensibility
As close as my doorstep,
And, a walk outside.
Believe, I cried,
To a world
Too loud to hear.
Even those things untitled,
Are given a place,
And, the choices we make,
...She said. Walk all those roads,
Settle your sights upon home.
`x~William ~ copyright 09/23/09