All I need?
I guess when it boils down to it,
The bare bones, when everything else is stripped away
Are just... Words.
The words that both anchor me
And set me free
Without the words,
I’d be swallowed up, drowned in ineffability
Because without the words,
How could I ever say
Things like “I love you” and “it’ll be okay”?
It would be a world of chaos –
Of pent up expressions, of confusion and loss
Everything would be all bent up inside
Like so many trapped buzzing, beating butterflies
Until I, a crucible, would collapse, cease to exist,
Like those stars that burn so bright that even the universe
Just can’t take them anymore,
And they crumple in on themselves
In the world’s greatest lightshow
But not even that – this would be quieter, subtler
A silent, a wordless, combustion.
At this point, I wouldn't even need a tongue
Because what’s a tongue without words?
Simply a slimy, slippery mouth-dwelling serpent
Lolling and flapping uselessly
Because without words, where is meaning?
And what is man without meaning, anyway?