My soul remembered
the words,
the verbs,
the chatter from the absurd
They lived within me
sustained
crying to be free
into my eternal domain
Waves of weird images
form themselves
in any languages
for ages, innerly felt
Another existence
an urge crossed
pouring in my essence
so I write poetry, I must
from light to dust
a soothing reverence
to my lonely anchorage
A poet's heritage

August 3rd 2005