And words give back pictures,
imprecise dreams that last.
One has to learn what they mean, just ask.
Differing from others by size and race,
Compact, compressed to a smallish space
Best bring in imagination,
Come in order, to understand them.
Pencils endowed with leads of tears,
Lenses won't enlarge us here.
Tiny moments justly charged,
Should I pretend greater, not small not large?
Words pack ways of seeing,
into spaces that lack in meaning.
