Words are
everywhere,
Words are my tools,
Words are a staple.
I give them order,
I give them rhythm.
Words are my core,
Words are a comfort.
I give them context,
I give them meaning.
As I craft,
As I construct,
Words become ephemeral,
Words become my Everest,
Words become a...well I don't know what!
My tools desert me,
They resist my order.
Words are my madness,
Words are a frustration.
Words, Words, Words,
They warp my mind,
They twist my meaning.
Words, Words, Words,
They are so fickle.
Why do we bother?
By Martin Nelson
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