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I sometimes look up

the meaning of words ,

words that I already know

words that are well acquainted with me ,

my use of them has

a purpose a plan and outcome ;

I’d rather not waste them

nor I feel do they gain

much satisfaction knowing that

my making use of them

might be somehow construed

as frivolous or trivial ;

I sometimes look up

the meaning of words ,

not out of any doubt as

to recalling their precise meaning or use ,

but rather to reassure myself

of how well stocked my arsenal is .

The Dead Shall Rise

words coffined,interred ,
entombed in myriad volumes ,
stacked and shelved ,
row upon row upon row ,
in vaulted library mausoleums ;
The unread tomes ,
published so very long ago ,
read at the time
appreciated and loved and
then were read no more ;
Forgotten,placed aside
as yesterday’s style ,
their grammar,their syntax ,
was wearied by age
made tawdry by changing fashion;
Referenced only in scholarly footnotes ,
made objects of aesthetes’collections ,
words long since confined to
a purgatory of obscurity ;
Dormant in their slumbers
waiting and waiting and waiting ,
for someone ,a reader
to rediscover their burial plot,
their buried plots ,
their stories as once told ;
Re-opening their covered tombs
disintering their shrouded narratives ,
and alone by the act of reading
the dead words arise
and meaning is re-born.