THE WORD

it is more a feeling
more a buzzing
than a mute
it is missing
the lack of semantics
does not weigh heavily
be it a poem
says the moment
and yet one continues to ponder
behind it
the thought
behind the word
asks
does it need more?
i unite
close the spring
wipe the nose
and clear the space
for the next
who moves to the edge
of the page
to the front
i venture to the edge
to the front
and

welcome to the new!
the
self-stunned letters
joyfully and surprisingly
as if
despondent
sounds different
this one sounds powerful
and holy
this crazy
lux aeterna
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now
later
from close distance
and at the same time in the middle
the word
more
more like
sound
more like sound

ave sonus !