Words are ways
Of decorating
Everything that
Can be put into them
For the most part
They just sort of
Float around
The atmosphere
Like little easy-to-pop
Bubbles
Kind of making
Good and bad
Both look better
Without changing
The meaning of either
But there is a
Very small garden
Of select words
That is kept
As hidden as
Someone's heart
Can hide them
Hearts are all
As different
As the words
Planted inside them
Deep roots running
From one
To another
Connecting
Intersecting
Then there's those
Just sprouting
Sprinkled seedlings
Words with new
Meanings
That may be
Soon forgotten
Or could bloom
Into beautiful
Forget-me-nots
Words with weight
All started out
As something that
Meant nothing
To anyone
Something has to happen
Of significance
To give these words
Magnificence
A dream
A death
A scream
Or breath
Without sound
Within words
It's easy to lose
A lot of different
Things
A memory
Could wander off
Inside a word
And be lost forever
Leaving the word
In its place
Etched deeper
Into the mind
It is scrawled across
Telling an entire story
All by itslef now
On our own scale
Different words
Weigh differently
You can cram
Enough power
In a word
To destroy
Or inspire
If you know
What you're doing
You can come
Pretty close
To controlling
Thoughts
Ideas
Beliefs
and even direct
the traffic
of hope and
happiness
in someone
Experience something
And replace it
With a one-word
Way to say it
When you want to
Revisit it
Just remember
The name you
Re call it all by
There is a pool
Too big to guess
Its size
Much too deep
To know
Where its bottom
If it has one
Lies
The substance
Is mystery
In liquid form
Our history
In Waves
On their ways
Into Whirling
Pools
That swirl
And elude the world
Endless
Unknown Sea
Of emptiness
A lot like the fear
Of an absent reflection
Staring back at you
From a mirror
That cauldron of chaos
Is everything
That can't be said
All the things
Which words cannot
Contain
Because there is much
That can only be
Felt
You can look
As long as you want
For words to explain
Or describe
What the invisible
Part of a soul
Somehow manages
To hide
Look high and low
But when you
Ask yourself
You will always know
If you can capture
Kind of making
Good and bad
Both look better
Without changing
The meaning of either
But there is a
Very small garden
Of select words
That is kept
As hidden as
Someone's heart
Can hide them
Hearts are all
As different
As the words
Planted inside them
Deep roots running
From one
To another
Connecting
Intersecting
Then there's those
Just sprouting
Sprinkled seedlings
Words with new
Meanings
That may be
Soon forgotten
Or could bloom
Into beautiful
Forget-me-nots
Words with weight
All started out
As something that
Meant nothing
To anyone
Something has to happen
Of significance
To give these words
Magnificence
A dream
A death
A scream
Or breath
Without sound
Within words
It's easy to lose
A lot of different
Things
A memory
Could wander off
Inside a word
And be lost forever
Leaving the word
In its place
Etched deeper
Into the mind
It is scrawled across
Telling an entire story
All by itslef now
On our own scale
Different words
Weigh differently
You can cram
Enough power
In a word
To destroy
Or inspire
If you know
What you're doing
You can come
Pretty close
To controlling
Thoughts
Ideas
Beliefs
and even direct
the traffic
of hope and
happiness
in someone
Experience something
And replace it
With a one-word
Way to say it
When you want to
Revisit it
Just remember
The name you
Re call it all by
There is a pool
Too big to guess
Its size
Much too deep
To know
Where its bottom
If it has one
Lies
The substance
Is mystery
In liquid form
Our history
In Waves
On their ways
Into Whirling
Pools
That swirl
And elude the world
Endless
Unknown Sea
Of emptiness
A lot like the fear
Of an absent reflection
Staring back at you
From a mirror
That cauldron of chaos
Is everything
That can't be said
All the things
Which words cannot
Contain
Because there is much
That can only be
Felt
You can look
As long as you want
For words to explain
Or describe
What the invisible
Part of a soul
Somehow manages
To hide
Look high and low
But when you
Ask yourself
You will always know
If you can capture
It in words
Or not
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