words

i can
not run out
of words

only time - only
spaces
and textured walls

words live
are alive , living always in
present, layered in
crack, lying in seamed crevice, directed in bending
of a day

unobserved they are hidden by the windows
framing eternal memory
suspended,
slipping, falling
falls as a rain takes its leave
writing dream
after dream,  quietly unaware
of my

mortality


bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012