Wordsmith

I fear not boredom,

for words ooze from my veins.

words that expulse monotony,

words that mesmerize me,

words that stay cocooned

in my sinews and marrows.

Even if the ink dries up,

no way words can

dry up from my soul.

There are words that

look at you magically.

And then there are words

that swallow you up,

take you through their

labyrinthine passages,

and swallow you with an

inexplicable force.

When words make you up,

you live forever.