Glen River

International Art & Culture Gallery				Thursday, August 21st, 2008

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The Word Alone

The Word Alone

The word alone does not make fire.
The spark of your imagination
Against the angst of emotion, that might work
The word is a stepping stone
To a kernel of truth or passion.

These things hold the power
These things take you to a forbidden shore
There you are washed up among the derby of wrecked lives.
Hopes, aspirations, unreachable horizons,
This is salvage, not accounting
Why would you even be there
If not for some catastrophic misadventure
Desperation drives you to the word.

It's not need to know, it's, absolutely must,
The kid has his finger in the dike
And someone better do something fast or the entire world
As we know it will come tumbling down.

Absolutely must know so you turn to the word
This is your connected trafficking with the human experience.
The chalk board where you cross things off the list
Redefine compassion, resuscitate a credible vestige of truth.

Make your stand, your escape, your salvation
And you do it by the word alone.

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