It's like if you were looking for the droids -- these would not be the droids you're looking for. The words you want are elsewhere, and if you ever see them, or not, who knows? So many places we could have put the words -- here, or on Modpo, or even the refrigerator. But today, we prefer to let them rest in an undisclosed location, while you wander here. As the frig magnet kits have taught us, there is a closed universe of words, and this is not the time-space continuum they're in today.
Let's let an imagist talk about it, William Carlos Williams in
A Sort of a Song
Let the snake wait under
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait,
-- through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
Between the words are the spaces. In the spaces are the