Poetry / Poets

every twisted word. by Tendai Mwanaka

The way words explain
but do not explore
themselves….

Its like the way words
collect into a phrase,
that has never before
existed.

The way what has
been mapped
wearing big,
ideas like clothes
can never flash
into the unknown.

Moving again,
this hand is
with the sun.

As words discovers
the meaning
that defines the natural
good in all of us.

More picture,
less word
this fractured lettering
is the language
from this hand.

The lightness of
the hand
is gone
only the madness
gains.
Every twisted word here,
nonsense!

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