Seeds Of Creation

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Nov 06, 2020

Lethal.
Words,
deadly
weapons
used to
attack,
hurt,
destroy.
Words
as a
cudgle
used to
control,
intimate,
dominate. 
Words,
powerful
tools to
inspire,
elevate,
create.
Words,
conveyors
of meaning
ideas, intent.
Welling up
from within,
pulled
from the
ether.
Words,
conveying 
rules, laws,
knowledge.
All of
history,
all of
sentience
reflected.
Words,
explaining the
unexplainable.
Grasping
at straws.
Words,
used as
lubricant,
moving
things along.
Words,
contractors
of existence,
seeds of
creation.

 

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