Lines and squiggles
On a blank page
Nothing more but
Swirls and sticks

Vibrations and growls
Produced by the larynx
Nothing but air
Yet sound we can control

Words and words, sounds and sheets
What is words? Is words a thing?
How can words be so small?
Yet can be a last tear
Or the saving grace

Words are words, or are they? Words are what is, what is are words?