I need new words
and in the end
the goddess chose
her weapons; the
collected words of
bipeds, the blender
of sharpened scissors,
and reluctantly she pressed
play
.
and the pages shattered
and the paragraphs fell
and the words divine – divided;
only lettered symbols remained
.
and so it began
from the nothingness became
a single dot – not an end
a single dot – unfonted
a single thought of words
wanted – awesomely inspiring
