Wordless

There are middle words.

T…h.

I……y.

J…..e.

Words of no meaning. Fill in the gaps.

But then there are dangerous words.

 L..e.

G.d.

Words before I am. 

So we dared to name G.d. A man with triangles for eyes saw a universe of numbers.

I think.

I am.

I. 

G.d drowns in the shallow pools of our minds.

So it is written.

Each letter on this page announces me to the world.

Mephistopheles does a dance.

The wager is struck. 

I am born. 

I am still born. 

I cease to breathe. 

Words breathe for me now. 

I write and I am read, and someone will say I know who you are because they think they know who they are.

Words fill space and swallow me.

I cannot write myself free. 

Words are chains.

Time a tomb. History is its epitaph.

The t…h will set you free, ha! Not if it is history. 

T…h. 

Whose?

A word.

A……l.

 I…h.

A……..n.

W…e.

B…k.

A cage seeking a bird.

Me. All. None.

I will not say it. Any of it.

No. Work it out.

Or not.

Better to live in the space between. 

So, what if I use another word.

W…….i

Ah, I am timeless now am I?

Time is no healer. The victim is not here.

W…….i.

Another cage.

The captor smiles.

Better yet say it in my language not my language. Half remembered. Reconstructed.

A parody.  

W…….i means nothing to me.

Old man said it is finished anyway.

That word came with a bullet.

Now it comes with a dollar sign.

Words are currency and the market weighs them against guilt. 

I have something to trade. Now I can speak.

Now I can write.

I am not words.

Better when I was hungry.

The bliss of poverty is to have no words to barter. 

Who do you say you are? S.n of G.d?

Save yourself.

Silence.

Silence is the language of l..e. 

Truth. 

Not words.

Death is not the worst. It is not the end.

Writing is the end.

Words. Middle words.

Truth. Identity. Justice.

But dare we name,

God. Love. 

I am dust not words for dust I am and to dust I will return sprinkled in heaven.

Let me leave the tree of knowledge untouched and my soul inviolate. 

Better I hammer a nail and create something of use. 

Nail my own cross so to live.

Bless the carpenter. 

He wrote not a word