Today the beach is shimmering under a weight of words
logorrhea
words hang over everything like this light grey, dark grey, smoky pearly fog
out of which trains roar and foghorns sound
into which crows disappear
the words seem so concrete:
scriptures, memories, associations, monologues and dialogues
but words are vapor
hanging over the Real
sometimes obscuring
sometimes making unbelievable beauty
sometimes withdrawing so we can really see
those stones, those strands of wet and dry algae
that creek muttering in an entirely different language
Composed September 4, 2025