31 August, 2015

Strange Grammars

The constraints of thought
are drafted by strange grammars

We write love letters
trying to explain Past
flailing wildly in Present

I know how to create Love
without understanding its punctuation

We write down our dreams
We sing them for others
Courage exists

To think without using language
To love without presumption

The first poem was to appeal
to the ancient structure
that allowed it

Words are acts of love
toward human thought

We correct the grammar
and Present turns old
Love is written

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