voices in my mind 2

where do words come from

It was in the days of smoke

The morning noon and night smoke

Thinking thoughts brought on a weight

A bench press of the mind to form words.

Needing a bath of caffine to wash away

The dirt of wordlessness.   But. . .

Remembering the transitions

Leads to the question

Whatwherewhy do the words come from?

And the answers come somehow

From the filthy wordlessness

But are they not words?

Leads the proper question:   Whose?

Just supply the intent and be aware


Words come from the outside.  Not me.

They are the product of pain.  My pain.

The End

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