words on other meanings

the trouble with living is that you know sometime you won't, but you don't know if sometimes you won't. you worry about letting it go because you don't know if you will get it back. but here i am on a sidewalk whispering michelangelo knew after david he must go on becoming a hypocrite. an automatic door opens and the silence is speaking in reverse and each step you take sliding your salt covered shoes on the black knap is the rubbing of feeling's epitaph. molecules of oxygen in cemetery lungs feel the pull of life like dizzy bodies listing toward earth. it feels like silence is the epigraph of unfeeling. it feels like the pull of witticisms lists toward things no longer understood in words. if all your memories fell silent automatic doors would still sense your coming. in the cemetery of words what daisies. your tongue gentle as a heifers might sense each blade of grass and stroke the sky with lowing. every wild place (what eyes of heaven) beautiful and horrible as the trouble with living, every letting go a feeding. lion on lamb, silence on speaking, meaning on words and words on other meanings.