The Calling

What is calling when my lids rest and the brain rambles down paths
it is not the birds twitter tweets
nor the dog's grumblings
or the owl's hoot hoot

it is Words.

Words sieve through my brain echoing my day
echoing the unfilled space of desire.

Calling me it sets the future in motion
as lines
             on a map are drawn
as letters
              on a page are written
as reactions grasp
                            within my brain

Call me.
Call me into dreams                         Call me into fantasy                   Call me to make reality
You ask me
what is calling?
it is Words
                 of all shapes                    and colours

of all la langue                                and fonts

They bubble and flick across my gaze of sleep

squeezing t h r o u g h the g  a  p  s in my brain

to produce more than Words

thoughts

              sentences

                             worlds

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Words settle and d

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                               i

                                 f

                                   t                     away

re-group reunite fade drift

they rest dormant underneath the To-Do Lists:

1. Dinner

2. Books

3. Computer

but as my eyes fall and my body numb

the Words call me.

Demand attention as the bat demands the night

they take flight to feast on the unnoticed events of the day

Words fillup the space of        sleep

to cause tired eyes, scribbled pen undeciferable words

nonsense yet maybe no

forgotten           lost           faded

a seed to be cracked crushed made anew

in the rays of half light

in the wake of day