Terry Morrison

Unmentionable Gods

when to the sound of words you are drawn
like a curtain across its window 

a silent reader 

then you have pullied the ropes of solitude 

and in your mind's monastery a darkness will come
cloaked in house dresses and business suits 

your tongue will remain cloistered in its roots 

and all your days will be spent
making praise
to unmentionable gods

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