λόγος (Logos)
Watch a word for long
it will die.
Letters, cast like bones
of ink, mean
nothing. Remember apprentice
days — how
bones have fallen like this
before.
Squint. Lay your face
on the page
with these bones. Smell
ink and paper.
Resurrecting the word
is slow work.
And ink is never enough,
like a shadow --
there must be more. A source
of light,
something in the light.