ink-trails

Here is the last of the three poems I wrote this last week. 
I found the inspiration from a short story by the Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges - The God's Script. In the story the Aztec priest Tzinacan is held captive by Pedro de Alvarado. After seeing a vision Tzinacan claims that there is a divine script of fourteen words (and 40 syllables in total) that will assure his freedom. 
The fourteen words are never revealed. He does not get released. 
I thought of my own fourteen words equaling 40 syllables and wrote these poems around them. 
Good practice for the verbal mind.

ink-trails
                          for james

sometimes the confidence 
inflates the letters

i have a suspicion that the words 
laugh at our mortality
their ink-trails often carry more 
than our blood-trails

there is just no way to find shelter and sleep
with this instinctive curiosity 
conflagrating in our minds

the ancestors have such a hard time 
keeping watch over us
especially with the emphasis on the I

they never thought that 
their tummies will turn with
such insatiable hunger 
that is caused by all their listening to
our incessantly wagging tongues

it is the togetherosity of the spirits

that sweeps up all the imperfections

and stores it in the great larder of wisdom

* * *
The fourteen words I chose are: 

confidence, mortality, shelter, sleep, 
instinctive, curiosity, ancestors, I, 
hunger, listening, tongue, 
togetherosity, imperfection, wisdom