In the abyss
between language and meaning
the crease of intent
is shelved with
volumes bound in leather
each embossed
in gold
And when you
have selected,
dust, no… polish each
with the softest
white vapour;
care for the interstices
that lie between its words;
consider the colours
and shades of nuance;
search out the drifts
and shivers of significance—
do not embrace,
do not grasps greedily
but use them tenderly
feeling for the perfect edge
which, with great love of locution,
I honed. Only
then will you know my sense
and each allusion sense and sense
allusion
