the words came out of his mouth,
proud, eager and a bit touched.
They had the honor to prepare the way,
the power to banish sleep
and melt it away in a puddle of desire.
The words worked all day and night,
a trail of quivering perfection after them
And heavy sleep again.
The words turned back
Eager explorers no longer
Just frozen pieces of l-i-e-s
Into a mouth which refused to open.
And let them go home.