WORDS
We fasten words to things that fill our world
then cease to see them -
goat, stone, snow,
cow, bean - we barely notice
how eternity has brought to bear
upon each molecule its energy of purpose
forming patinas of bone, of grizzled skin,
of horn, of hair - we seldom sense
the transience in ancient weathered things
nor apprehend
the folding forms of birth and growth and death
until the word no longer fits
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