Dogs 2005

WORD
(9/9/05)


word
is beginning
but long before
it can be recognized
it folds into
and on top
of itself
forever obscuring
the original
intent

beginning
in a thought
word has no desire
to communicate to anyone
save for the writer
who remains unaware
of any preconceived
purpose or
meaning

writer
but not
actually creator
maybe instead
an unknowing channel
or possibly only
an ignorant reactor
to whatever input
they may fall
susceptible

communication
is seldom the intent
of phrases and paragraphs
spewed forth
from the pit
of ego
and misperceived conceptions

the words
merely form
an uncaring hammer
of self imposed
will

meanings
are as myriad
as the number of audience
each seeing self
in the collection
of letters
claiming them
as their own
creating emotions
where none
previously
existed

emotions quite
independent
of reality

for reality
is a stone fist
and try as they may
through reason and rationality
the sidestepping interpreters
using only the word
will only walk away
bruised and bloody
with truth

I write
because
I am
but
I will never be
the word
or the
reality
until I write
no more