Words are not the object they describe
Maybe they are pointers,are a guide
Warm, the word. does not make many hot
Warmth refers to quality or not
In between the word and what it names
There is a space where others might seek change
Then we have the nameless we may see
Outside any box or category
Now there is no subject, just the text
Where are those ancient scrolls that once were blessed?
For books are not just many written words
They’re touched by all the people who have read
Am I nothing but an aching gene
Watching Princess Di now on my screen?