A Word Smoked god and

...because god and love are words

and I don’t believe in any

word

I’ve thought myself through

this living enough to know that -

that all the words

I weave into

thoughts are just

pale smokes from dim flames -

impalpable

indicative of nothing

but the idea of    some thing

At best

Dumb hints of

              possibility 

Words claw deep -

They strangleout mind

and suffocate all they would 

Attempt to invoke -

So ive learned to  stand clear

of them who’d believe

in the smoke they speak

and breathe

or blow

in tiny boxes

to assign the world -

I give a broad passage

to them who’d

see shapes in smoke

for which to issue edicts -

or declare truth of the clouds

to raise

Up crusades-

Ive learned now

that smoke does not stick

or stand still anywhere in this place -

and the boxes

are always empty

when you bring them down -

Id as soon

shut my mouth entirely 

of this sooty filth 

Sweep my mind out blank

till the Fire i believe in

so Religiously

Rages