she says a word after a word after a word is power.
not poison
not corrosive
not hopeless
just power.
what a vague and innocent lie!
what a fool's dream!
what vanity!
is she not aware of the finiteness of our lexicon?
does she now know about predestination-
that we were given a set amount of keystrokes
before our fingers dissolve,
so every wasted word
is a step towards death?
every hypothetical you pour your brainjuice into
makes you less yourself, less alive,
erodes your essence.
you see,
a word after a word after a word is excessive
a word is cowardly
a word is arrogant
a word is time that could have been spent in love
with purpose
together.
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