Word Beings
And maybe a word is more than a thing. It seems to laugh, it seems to cry. It is all wonders and is all a lie. And maybe we are beings drawn in words. Choking on their meanings blurred.A drop of poison in the sweet of honey.Yeast fermenting in hope and money.Knife that slays or barely sighs.Bridges forming, crossing eyes.And in the end, what is a word? Playdough.