Sumptuous Umbilicus

Sumptuous umbilicus of language
from which blooms the feat of words, the feast 
of words, of worlds that are lost and then found,
of worlds whose foundation is gain from loss

I say sumptuous, it's invisible
yet delicious, it nourishes as air,
as nectar and ambrosia that's felt,
the fact that is mirror to purblind mind

the birth of words came of breath, secret vine
of need advancing to a luxury
that found new usages, then founded more,
until it became this tributary

whose bank and banks both I happen to be,
but let me go, enjoy in you the flow