How do the words
	Come to me,
	The words
	That move, or hurt,
	Or caress?
	I do not know.
	They are there,
	And I see them
	(If I am lucky)
	With soul-eyes,
	Hoping to learn
	Their meanings,
	Before they vanish
	Into the void
	From where they came.

4/2/86

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