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.