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Words
A story.
Words are an ocean that flows thru my mind;
And ride upon wave after wave:
Cresting over top of each other to form a tunnel;
Shimmering, pulsating sky blue and white foam.
Words are my blood;
Flowing to catch the rhythm of my heart;
Surging thru my veins with each release;
To cycle back to its origin.
Words are my bones;
Living tissue of collagen and minerals;
That grow, adapt and maintain strength;
And become my power.
Words are my ears;
That flow in the air on the wave of a sound;
And pass thru bones that never grow;
To transform into electricity sparked in my brain.
Words are my lips;
Formed to produce sound that flows in the air;
Changing shape to purse and constrict;
Sound into speech to transmute my words.
I am words;
Spoken at the beginning;
Of creation;
When His Spirit moved upon the waters.
