what bleeds from poetry
when meaningless, rhymeless
for what do you read
other than newspaper, novel

the same that is drunk
and wordless yet brilliant
a light show in the dark
incomprehensibly telling

how does a word
read without pages
how does a lyric
sing without song

in the night’s light knowing
what you can’t see or touch
in the dream’s dark hoping
after such ethereal much

it is all here saying
what you swore was said before
in wordless ways soft spoken
like light knocks at your door