Fear of Word Blindness

Fear of Word Blindness

Banks of blank ivorine

stacked high but

thinly like old oriental

  lacquered tsuba ..

Each scream both loud

and high enough

to shatter those fragile

hand blown

champagne flutes you

  long treasured ..

Whereas, somewhere

else completely,

rows of old scribes sit

cross legged

in their temples calmly

contemplating

white noise but fearing

word blindness

   tho still craving obscurity ..