In the forest of words
countless life forms take shape
words nourish many creatures
and over time
eco-systems of language
evolve and mutate
All words feed off of each other
& silence is a primal ground
so when you enter semantic jungles
many words are out to seduce you
reduce you, & induce you
all sorts of things
through soothing sounds . . .
Poetry in particular is
whose honeyed sweetness
sticks to neural tracks
|Juanita:||Doesn't this seem like an anti-poem?|
|Jack:|| I'm not sure, but the 'forest of literature' seems
pretty crowded to me. Every written work is
heading towards obscurity.
|Shu:||That's okay. Forests maintain a balance of growth
and decay. We are but grains in a vast cultural soil
and influence those around us in unseen ways.