There are no words,
Except those that we are making
These new age rhymes that tell the spirit
To ascend above the brain and the body
That holds you down to the earth
Keeps you in the memory
And the happiest light of day
There are no words,
Except those that we are making
In our old hearts and our weak resolves
Filled with fortune’s idols
And spelled out in our tattoos
Each of our small deaths and our delights
Swarming our skin
And taking stranger’s notes
There are no words…
Except these.
