a kind of logic

there are moments
when words plunge me deeper
than any view or vista
i’ve seen before,
leading me with symbolic logic
to feelings buried
in a heart
unused to swimming
in such depths.

and there are times
when words can lift me higher
than mountaintops
or clouds
(i suppose) where the air
is thinner
and clean and crisp
and it almost hurts to breathe
in deeply.

i don’t know why words
open such doorways
in a soul
so used to trudging
through clay.
but in those moments
of sweet surrender
when i give in
to feelings which bubble up
from someplace holy
and mysterious
i’m thankful
for their artful
arrangement.

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