My later night muse is keeping me company again.
Words.
Words have power…
…..and meaning….
……………..and substance.
And they beat with a pulse of their own.
Words can build…
……….and destroy….
………………and poison.
And they flow like a river that’s grown.
Words can fester…
……..and heal….
……………..and invigorate.
Giving life to a thing that should die.
Words can question…
………and answer…..
…………….and excuse.
And the only thing I can think of is….
Why?