It's not an intelligence—
it's something that happens
to your entire body
all at once;
language
is the grail itself—
an inexhaustible radiance,
which, up close, could
burn all your clothes off.
You forget
about getting things
a bit mixed up;
you remember only enough
to know you must walk
into the furnace of words—
naked
and nameless,
from the gutter,
to the galaxy—
but always willingly,
as if any other
choice existed.
