words don’t render images
words don’t render sensations, feelings
yet, sometimes we can recognise each other
when they easily fit.
we can perhaps only see each other, or feel each other
without seeing and feeling, words are no bridge
when there is seeing and feeling, words are game and play
but probably nothing has ever been said.
perhaps words work at the edges of experience.
if i just have a step or two to go
to be where you are
or if i’m there but haven’t recognised it
at the edges: nothing new can be said, but the old can be stretched and occasionally twisted and turned, around the rims, to grow or occasionally tear. down a curtain or two.
or sometimes to turn a thing into a thing
the unnamed may remain insubstantial
even if we both see it
before we name it
and admit it into the circle of reality.
we can then work with it
*cryptic random piece for my friend who saw the vision of the swan.