|The first Word
s most likely one wed say no to,
one thats good for us, tiny
but irksome as a flea
full of blood and itch,
a prick and a bump from I Am Who I Am Who. . .
and after such redundancy, an etc.
the whole run-on Bible and all
small talk bang begats and reverb to the uttermost babble
love and the hell of it then end punctuation.
The last ha?
Omission? That dotty stutter (may it still mutter on)
might be the Word cooling like the sun, a sadness
(Nusmido!) at the center of things shedding loves. . .
(loves not), loves. . .(not) while the next-to-last speaker,
who could make it matter, lies wide-mouthed and -eyed: breathless.
Before and before, new creatures with backward ears (primitives)
might have heard first words everywhere every twitch, twitter, tremor,
tremolo, bellow a switch, an utmost On! pronounced without end stop:
arousal with echoes (tweak ears!) lasting on (box back no!) and on and
on and on: ah