Cartouche

I don't know what it means, but it certainly creeps me out.

Cartouche

cartouche.
my fingers melt the surface of the stone.
I, alone, know the meaning
of the symbols I leave.
names unpronouncable.
truths unrenouncable.
enigma for the stoic sleuths
that will ponder the meaning
of words without words.
sounds without sounds.
dreams without end.
cut into the living stone
to bear witness
to a time when Gods walked this earth.
and spoke only to be heard.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.