Wittgenstein And The Plum

 

Say it

     and it is so:

a plum

     dripping nectar

          on living fingers

 

The unsaid bears no plump fruit.

 

The unimagined

      remains forever

          unimaginable:

Never tasted,

     never sweet.

 

Write down your dreams.

Plant an invisible tree.

 

Time will

     give it substance.

Words will

     make it be.

 

Lick the delicious

     juice of creation.

 

Language as Reality.

 

 

Mike Essig

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