Words
I feel them
Tiny nascent glimmers
Way back in
The posible
Parts of my brain.
Only as they move forward
Some disappear
Or fall away
Lost forever
Age?
It must be. Age
Well part of it
But
Twenty years ago
I couldn’t even
Imagine
Those words
Appearing and moving
As they do
So
There.
The gods giveth
And the gods taketh
Away
And what you have left
Is this poem.