The Word Is Holy

I sit here
staring my demons in the face
pandemonium’s hordes
crawling ever towards
my face
over my dreams these dark things drool and hiss-
threatening to feast and
inside my head nothing leave-
So-I-panic writing faster-
copying quicker-
editing-swifter-till-comes-a-moment
when it all stops,
listen
go Slowly now
slowly,
the word is holy,
study my church
writing my prayer
solely,
because the word is holy.
the word is
communication
the word, das worde, whatever language or nature or time or place it is the word
the link
that’s,
holy.
The link
in the brain made by words and words alone, words we share a thousand times in a thousand ways in all our days relays
replays and
remakes the links of our ancestors anew
binding us,
uniting us, inspiring us to communicate in ways that drive us onward but,
still,
Left right
Black White
Man Nature
Angels Demons
Devils Gods
binary categories,
inadequate describers
on repeat still defeat theĀ  goal of the species to communicate is to unite
write
dance
Paint
Draw
make Art
be a part
of This World
our world
our society woven
through Words.

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