let the word

[revolutionrabbit]

when the words wept at the wind
because nobody knew what they really said
it wasn't that the words could not be read
or that those who could read them
would not think they knew what they meant
it was that the words had so much more to say
besides communicating simple descriptions
of events and ideas like how to use analogy
it was understood that all this was happening
it was that words were made to pretend to tell the truth
that were put into the mouth of a word that was called God
as if all it took was this one word to explain everything
and nothing as if these two things were exclusive of one another
words have been used to tell the people what to think
as if it had all been made into stone from the beginning
of the first word, from the word that was the beginning itself

but without all this deception of conception of repetition
how could we ever begin to know that words themselves
had something to say without the illusion people add to it
that they are there own words and are not mere subjects
to be discussed by those who use words to destroy them
though making them into dogmas and empires of words

so then words get along better with the poets, who word words
this is where it gets tricky, when the words come from the poet
words are best when at their most contradictory most transitory
the poet and the word have formed a relationship out of respective
perception forming a bond between what is spoken and what told
between those two distant points come an altogether other voice
one that allows for the margin of miracle to tell the ordinary real

[dadio]

Worthy of Wittgenstein( had he written poetry). I recommned this highly.