Words

Speaking the words,
Some heard, many split
vanished
              banished by eye blinks
                             by doze of day after
                             pre-occupation
                             strangled mind
                             by puberty's aroma.
               That clattering
               is the undestructed mug
                              brimming myopic
                              check parcel, burning
                              barked hook of stumbling of tomorrow.

Go back, again speak:
word the ears, tug them.
Re-pave the streets of futility.
Re-cane the every-bearing berries.
Re-vine the trellis of tomorrow.
unfetter the irrepressible dint.