in the catacomb
of books, in the
lonely
dark, i seek the
soul.
i scrutinize
endless corridors
of pages, dive
deep into whispering
labyrinths of
words.
words that flicker
like fireflies in the
dark, flash like
lightning across
infinity.
words see. words touch.
words feel. words
feed the soul.
words
breathe.
the soul is made of
words like a body is
made of
bones.
words remember. words
imagine. words
make
love.
words proclaim the
eternal within
us.
we swim & dream
in words &
dress in
definitions.
i search for metalic,
magnetic, radiant words
& mine them in
energetic
chunks.
elusive soul is
glowing in these
words, i
swear,
& cosmic soul is
flowing
everywhere.