The Power of Words: A Poem

October 18, 2018

Circa 2017 

 

Just run with it,
like you would with a pangram
but expand your alphabet
and use the inexplicable thoughts that erupt
from your volcanic mind.

 

Get messy.

 

You need to learn how to dance
before you can fight:
communication is your weapon,
words are your ammunition. Fire.

 

Learn to live like a verb,
you are not a noun. You are
in constant motion because
existence is a fractalized condition.
Language is subject to evolution.

 

Learn to flirt with paradox.
It’s a bit of a rattlesnake
but you’ll get the hang of it.
A serpent’s tongue rarely gets
lost in translation
and you’ll want to defend yourself
against the venom.

 

I am giving you an errand
into the wilderness.
Explore the jungle of information
your consciousness has planted.
You are on a scavenger hunt
for rare phenomena and explanation.

 

Listen to your mother, to your teachers,
to the youthful ambition of your generation,
but think for yourself.

Think your thoughts into existence,
not out of necessity
but for the provocation of knowledge.

 

Be a linguistic creature
with a kinesthetic infatuation.
Appreciate the texture of language,
replicate the sounds with your mouth
and if you don’t like the taste
of poorly translated word vomit,
you’re onto something.

 

Be loud.

 

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