Effable

Words lay track --
follow the curve of
peculiar thought;
for the fun of it
(and why else?).

Pure voluptuousness,
when they mount
the craggy sentiment,
or swarm like bats
inside a cavernous
longing.

Haltingly,
the vision takes form;
the characters pile up;
multi-faceted blocks
disclose a lesson
neither true nor false.

And we,
who move and pray
within this verbal edifice, --
do we know what permeable,
half-actual dreams
we create?