Like glitter-dust confetti, and watch
-watch, how they fall onto the ground in an explosion of ideas
a kerfuffle of meaning. Watch, watch
how its alphabetic matter disintegrates and separates like
form from dust or dust in wind. Or wind.
Like wind, it breaks, it cannot be caught, it cannot be still.
It fades beneath more words beneath time beneath travel and
experiences. It fades until there is nothing left but a memory, then
a memory of a memory and then -something- so distant and so brittle that
even the act of trying to grasp it will destroy it, will destroy it smithereens.
So be careless and careful all at once. Because words need to spill out of and over themselves to become something healthy. Something real.
Like the perseids shower shimmer above us now we are only fleeting,
so let words fly with motivation, until they find their meaning,
let them stretch unframed into this universe, adorned with a comet-chaos-consciousness
where they can breathe.