I want to speak in prismatic dream tones.
Feel the fire slip out of my
mouth and modify the world below,
cleansing and clarifying it.
But my words are dust and
they're caught in the current
of the wind the world makes.
And if they were to land,
would they cover the crowded floor,
or join with the dirt this dust makes?
B-
What is the point of a poem?
To express.
What is the point of expression?
To understand.
What is the point of understanding?
To create.
What is the point of creation?
To communicate.
What is the point of communicating?
To write a poem.
(written in a circle)
