Worlds Spoken
I loath
the idea
of a favorite word.
One greater than
another is blasphemy
to a writer.
Writing is religion,
polytheistic in nature;
devoting to one
is sacrilege to
the other.
A word cannot
be a sentence,
just as a
note cannot be
a song,
just as a man
cannot be a
family.
And yet
a man is still a person,
a note still music,
a word still a
thought
emotion
world
expressed.
And to remove a word
is to silence the world.