Words written,
Have meaning,
Interpreted,
By every reader.
And so what my meaning,
Is at any given time,
Changes.
But I did mean,
Something,
When I started to write,
And that meaning matters,
Even,
If just a little bit.
Words written,
Have meaning,
Interpreted,
By every reader.
And so what my meaning,
Is at any given time,
Changes.
But I did mean,
Something,
When I started to write,
And that meaning matters,
Even,
If just a little bit.
It is not lost on me,
All the meanings I lost,
When I chose as my medium,
These words on a page.
Limited by the sound,
And the meaning humans can derive,
Limited by the pixels,
That form every single vowel,
And letter otherwise untamed,
By orders name.
I’ll probably wrestle with these letters,
For as long as I draw breath.
And if possible,
Even after.
My curse,
And my only test.