"god" is a word. "god is dead" is three words. Meaning is fluid, pumping from three words to what you believe I believe. “guts” is a word. “I hate your guts” is four words. I don’t know your guts. My words are meaning moving in your guts. “Can you taste the venom in my soul?” I have no soul. You have no guts to call your own. Venom has no taste and no vessel. “Guts” is just a word. “Soul” is just a word. “god” is just a word. God is just. God is justice. Justice is a worm. I have worms in my guts, God’s guts. ...puttin' the Po' in NaPoWriMo...
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Words most certainly are so….dangerously so.
Very thoughtful, which is always a good word
Thank you Bruce–
Good wormy word knitting going on here. keep knitting. Alice
Always knitting and knotting A….always…
Thanks–
I enjoy your word works. I can’t wait to see what you spin up next. Alice
This has the high ecstasy of great poetry.
Thank you Rose. You are far too kind. I was thinking it was a bit over-bearing and preachy, but part of what this blog is for is letting myself go…even if I’m not sure about the tone, or the message, or…even what the hell it is I’m saying.
So thank you for that validation–
Peace–