A Word for Words

I will unleash a world of words and reword the world with them! A catachrestic cataract; an un-cresting crescendo. I will tell Tellurion tales with untempered temerity. I will loose lexicon long mouldering in their morbid mortuaries we call ‘libraries’; braid them into a symphony of canaries and free them from Granny’s cagey cages! And when they fly bright-streamed out from betwixt those death-still colonnades that screen that cloistered entrance to that whelm of silence, under dreary gray skies, I’ll breath upon those bullying, brooding, frowning, moody clouds and sweep a cheery blue sky for my cheerily chirping emancipated friends - with my bumptious bumpkin broom- a sky in keeping with their cheerful color.

I will paint ‘Azure’ blue again; though dastardly poets, who I mischievously (not maliciously) mock in my ‘A Poet's Mock’, divested it, robbed it; mutilated and whitewashed my blue - azure blue! Our breathless, Azoic azure! I will beg Misty for some magic dust from her powder blue eyes and distill into the hollow of that word! Oh but that I had her power! She but blinks and the powder blue of her eyes suffuses the sky…she dusts the sky with them! And the Ocean envies (thus explains its rangeless wrath and writhing.)

I will revive and revivify the vagabond vagaries; the obscure misfits and esoteric euphonies. To embark! A herald of coloring hues for a new Ethos, yet I will nurture the nascent nebula of the hazily perceived but imponderably unspeakable and as yet incommunicable. A champion to hew into starkest relief out of our always birthing ponderings, the chanting hieroglyphs in the cavernous caves of our cavernous musings.