Economy

In silence
the word vibrates
in elements -
vertebrae
of blood, bone, stone.
Electric nerve,
primal thought,
recursive force
brought
stellar antiphon.

Frail humans
formed by Word
frame by word:
not merely a procretion.
Story,
essay,
song
conceive
enfleshed kingdoms
locked
in mind and breast,
unlocked
by prayer and coffee.
Our heritage.

From minds
words crawl,
distend,
atrophy.
Vaporous
they gather,
shuffle,
press,
coalesce,
stack,
settle in dust:
journal,
novel,
sermon,
song.

Craft with
sound, noun;
experiment with
grammar.
Undefined, unrefined
casts of life arise
as verbal golems,
homunculi
from clay of imagination.

Still, listen.
Brood silent.
One word an aurora.
One word a vested hope.
Recursive the thought
that is offered with economy.
You speak with tongues of angels,
the poem shimmers with 

the causal word 

that the temple builds.

--Jeff Henry