All of Your Words

Your utterances
form a personal totality,
your opus of text through time:
like blankets stacked

in blocks of thought bubbles,
comment boxes, and books
knitted together and sometimes unraveling, 
in thinning and thickening threads.

The strings of words weave themselves into linen,
a text of time. Stack the blankets, 
drawer by drawer, familiar but never formed before,

a language pressed with newfangleness.