The Word

Wayne Duckworth
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read
Photo by Sanjeevan SatheesKumar on Unsplash

In the beginning

was the word

- NO!

Not that which remains

after each orgasmic

‘Fuck yes!’

instead a negation

of the flow,

a poisonous resistance

to letting go.

No is to ‘fuck yes,’

what

‘I can’t,’ and

‘should not,’

is to life’s bliss.

Put it all back

into the box

and chain

with padlocks.

The big bang chaos

gives birth

eventually to order

but first the

utter devastation

fragmentation,

separation,

disorientation.

How did that possibility

become this?

Such disorder,

solar and polar winds,

extreme intensity,

growth rage,

from life to extinction.

Nudge the box

to the edge

of the nearest

event horizon.

Consciousness,

patience,

creation

will reach out

remember

re-connect

and

bring it all back

to bliss.


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Wayne Duckworth

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Children's picture book author, novelist and poet. Yogi. World nomad. Embracing the awesome queer, geek and freak. Medium member since 1 April 2017 (no joke!)

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