The Vital Word acts through me
Chiseling lyrics to shiver in language
The act of symbol to perpetuate soul
My favorite invention, my muse
Of the instinct to dance
In line or song, delay and feedback-loop
An aptitude for flight – or poetry
Here one moment, gone too soon
With swiftness as if Eternity was due
Upon the ether-street, airy lullabies
I write to oblige the accomplished Guest
To visit me like awkward cursive
Ancient tongues, soul-music standing ajar
As English, neighbored Mandarin
Songs of Earth, to light my brain with
Securest folds, enlarging loneliness
The Abyss can fall into the word.
Wuji Seshat 