Words
Words
Scattering,
Slipping…
I bound the letters,
Closed my fists
And caught the words.
I lent them meanings,
Underpinnings,
I gave them feelings
With a fiery blaze.
Words, once they
Had an identity,
Began to deviate,
Veer away from set patterns,
They began to know themselves
From the new meanings
They assumed.