the breath from blather,
as if clouds spoke a wisdom in passage,
a paintbrush held as cryptically
the acumen of tension applied,
well-worn sandals as story-tellers
of weight-bearing’s description of self,
the height of a soapbox
that makes spoken-ness almost inaudible,
the weight of arm apparel,
rings, bracelets, bands, cuffs,
watches, chains, or shackles,
signifying the presence of the untold,
the content array of a refrigerator door
disclosing family unity and disarray,
the stampede of fingerprints smothering fingerprints
on a glass doorknob overwhelmed with public usage.
blather becomes the sign language of breath,
paintings from unnamable artists,
uneasily traceable beach-walk,
ankle deep at high tide,
mental places of insight
where meaning has worn out its welcome,
where adventure is robust with closing remarks,
where sleep is the preferred option to sensibility,
where is this, in god’s earth
where inanity become cause-worthy
as if cryptically yet passively spoken
as the breath passing as blather . . .
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