Friday, October 19, 2018

Language Matters

Is only matter
And all of matter
That holds spirit, that exists

As something that wasn’t there,
That won’t persist once transformed.
In language, the ghosts become

The hosts that vanish
When the houses that held them
Cease to be houses.

Each word is a box
That, once built, holds a soul
Never was before it was.

Those boxes are the only
Things that can contain nothings.

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