Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Rosetta Stoned

Sometimes the words claw at my insides,
trying to get out.
Usually, they just float around,
in a holding pattern behind my ears,
beneath my tongue.
When finally there is just me and
they line up eagerly, like dancers auditioning for Broadway and the Rockettes, all in one.
They unfold and spread themselves before me,
a sacred offering
of letters and spaces, rhythm and flavor.
They flow and pop,
luring me deeper into my own mind -
lulling me into a sense of security in their
false embrace.
They are only words.
...words are everything.

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