The words were all too long,
became easily tangled and how I kept
pulling at what I thought was an end,
pulling, pulling, pulling, and
thereby taking too much
out of me
the body became barren.
What was understood as a major shift
of power, in direction or by time constraints,
was the anticipated and alternating current
as in that way
opposition acts by force.
Listen, it was my fate,
or decision
to do or not to do.
Small acts, even one
may be a miracle,
after all
this, one thought, one
surviving-
the risks were all there, caution was
issued too. Accuse, dismiss and relish
the sound of ones voice,
and how it comes out, represents
the avatar or holographic image
taken at the ideal angle
or time.
We were all Free
to walk around and not utter a word,
or like me, never give thoughts away with
dignity,
to light, to mind, to mouth, to hand
and inevitably, words were dying.
The Words
were writhing and gasping for shape,
despite the hand that rushed
along-
Definitions, unlike synonyms
carry want and need, unable to
extract and dilute the difference
between
I am and I was.
Painting By Yamashita ShintarÅ (29 August 1881 to 11 April 1966) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
