Tyranny of The Words

Close the heart

Shut down the mind

Memories do not escape

But are ignored…closed out.

The words come

Feral cats with slanted eyes

Wolves on silent pads…yellow eyes patient

Waiting, knowing, more wise than I.

The words come

With a mild curse I surrender

To the tyranny of the words

As the wolf knew I would.

For a moment in time and space

The words own me again

The heart opens, the mind knows

And the memories flood my present.

And for one more midnight

I know your warmth.

Isnala Mani

December 24, 2000

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