for I have seen,
my word is death.
my word in my mind
creates my life,
and in my life is death,
so my word is death.
there's so much of it,
so many versions of this
word.
a word written, spoken,
thought...
and it is death.
over and over,
it is death.
many deaths,
one death,
over and over
by one word.
but what word is it?
what word that creates life,
and therefore death?
because this one death,
this death I die,
over and over,
by this word,
it is killing me.
it smothers my life,
my love my heart.
now if only it was
this word,
a word of love,
would that it would create
only love,
but hate would follow
in it's stead.
and so it is with all
these words,
joy and sorrow,
hope and fear
charity and greed.
and so thus it is
that my word is life
and it was death
because in both
all things are
over, and over.
and my word was death.