With words I am a figure of conjuring movements My hands detail words silently they breath Upon reality Form Breath Solidify Upon this place of life through phrases, I play a chess board of moves thought out, Not in moment but in millennia's As for each action their is a reaction that Moves slowly or instantaneously Moment, Time, Patience Is a virtue as my words whisper on the Chest board of light and darkness, I Mummer on the playing field of both, I am the words heard in ears, like an echo Of a thought they cognitively thought their own, Words Blend Power And I am of neither or both. I am of the order where words were spoken, And hand gestured upon the air, reality its self Bent to our thoughts, we are what is, was, to come to the dawn Night shall fall and when it arises once again We will be their to guide with the words gestured with hand.