Whoever originated this word must have held it in their lungs
‘til they ran out of will and air before shouting it in sweet agony
at the face of the person sitting next to them
Or perhaps it slipped out on a warm sunny day
in a still green place from one sprawled out
eyes and arms grasping the bluest sky
Birds could have inspired it a flock of something exploding in beauty flushing a sigh from someone watching which became
a slurred verb then a luscious lisp of a noun
Maybe a murmur fell from the goblet’s edge from one
whose eyes where soaked with a divine vision
and was recorded on papyrus or stone by another
Could it remain a secret for long?
It must have started like a village fire a careless slip of
excitement quickly turning old ways and ideas into piles of ash
because what those lips accidentally spoke
changed every meaning of every breath
that came before and ever after
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