Divine Afflatus
You forgot everything
buried your hands deep
in distant fossil dust and
tried to interpret my scribbling
in the quicksand
but ebb tide
washed parts away
Still
I lick fossil dust off your fingertips
that taste like melody
because Santayana perceives Music
Music
the most abstract of arts
as a servant to the dumbest emotions
while I respond to the silence of words
Words
that evoke mute portrayals
brimming with feigned sounds
in turn triggering
bona fide verbal passions
Save for I am deaf and dumb
to echoes of love
albeit our tongues interlock
as if they were wishbones
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well, am a bit in awe, so much here, you know?
you, sir,
many sided
and
in a way, as are we all
a work of art, yes?
impressionistic, yes and all that the others have said and i just ...just am so taken w this
one...
Thank you,
and
Bravo, Sir N.
Regis
Love Tinka