Words gather here dissecting captive thought
to name its systems, organs, tissues, cells
compiling a proud glossary of death
so pleased to clearly say what once it meant.
Words gather here to keep a thought alive,
unpinning, stitching up the cruel cuts,
reviving pulse with shocking heresy,
inspiring breath with whispered mysteries.
Words gather here to mine a paradigm
refining it to crystallized belief,
to chisel icons from emerging creed
discarding secret truth in rubble dust.
Words gather here
to look at dust
and wonder
what they missed.
Mother used to say , "Words can heal or hurt. Once spoken they cannot be taken back. Think twice before you open your mouth!" I remember the childrens' hymn so well...Be Careful Little Child What You Do. It went through all the body parts ending up with Mouth. Words may flood into our minds but it is our choice to accept or reject....To bad that so many people just let the words flow freely without any thought or filters(particularly in politics!!)
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I've been thinking about your comment, Anon. You have said some of what I missed. Thanks. I am reminded that whatever it is I am thinking and whatever words I find to express it, what I miss is almost everything, which only encourages me to keep looking at the dust. I appreciate you adding your words to mine.
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