my words

my words are a CABLE,

tying together PARAGRAPHS

regardless of the DISTANCE.

each letter is an EQUATION

built up of imaginary numbers.

my words are my

vulnerability,

opening up the beating heart

and hoping that no one

will BAN my existence,

or enact my PROSECUTION.

my words are

rolling hills

for children to TUMBLE down

and scrape their knees

on PATTED-down dirt.

PRACTICE for the DESPAIR

of the modern world.

my words are

far from DEMOCRATIC.

they are the kingdom ruled by me,

their monarch.

they rise up in honor of me,

and fall in honor of me,

each day a new form of SACRIFICE.

my words are here to PROVOKE,

to PREDICT a world beyond our own,

like an impending asteroid,

threatening to obliterate us

while we wallow in CONSTRAINT.

my words do not QUALIFY

on their own.

they must be SQUASHED

together with ideas to be

brought to life.

without it, they are INCAPABLE

of growth.

my words are my GENES,

stories of families and worlds,

experiences woven into fantasy,

each world a new ASSOCIATION

between me and my dreams.

my words are my own.

cradled in my hands,

i cultivate them to perfection:

not perfect, but instead

strengthened by

their flaws.