For Reason, Et Al.

Enough of the words
What of those out-
Spoken or Spoke-in?

In-way words
Never in-the-way words
Always want back out words.

On outward words
On sail to the sky
Said and sailed words

When the only cry
Heard was the deep deep
Down inside cry.

How to cry!

Without wells and rainbows
To mark mistaken tears
With forsook ancient words?

The sky’s reign- hit
So hard so what
Else could be said?

Such awe from
A hand so divine.

What word...
How could…

We called it God.
We call it God.
We still cry...

For no reason at all.

We still call it.
Still say it.
Still cry out...