First was enchantment,

enchantment became disenchantment.

After came love, love with sorrow.

Then the sorrow grew.

Then love grew

giving birth to new words,

words in seclusion,

words growing fat,

words going to explode

spanning the day light,

spanning the darkness of the night.

Words enchaining words,

devouring more and more space.

Words filling all spaces,

words beginning to fly.

words fighting to be remembered.

Words hidden in a void place that doesn’t exist,

a place that would devour them

so true as would decline the thought

that gave them life.



August the 24th, 1999