In a word

I shall be what this word imagines,
What this word invents,
What this word most admires
Or most fears.

Write me to that place unattainable.
Write me to that self unknown, yet
Existing just a word away.

Speak all of this and be put away.
Speak all of this and be declared genius.

Sweep words, sweep across vast skies
And internal barriers.

See, a word destroys.
See, a word launches and invigorates,
Makes boundless the possibilities imagined behind deep set bars.

Say it and one is there.
Think it, and it is done.
The word, the word;
More than birds it knows no boundaries.
Describe the limits of height,
Of depth; describe the farthest boundary
And watch the word rush past.

Within the heart, within the mind,
The word lies still, awake with furtive smile.


Terry York