nameless for it needs not of labeling for it is already ceremonial, my feet touching the earth, my lungs taking in air
our breathes are sacred enough
nameless are the trees and so wondrous they seem before words could mask their glory they were whole without their need
for what truly do we know about a tree about a flower or the ocean and the creatures it still harbors in it's depth
Tree, Flower, ocean,
tere fowelr oecan
ter fwl oac
tr fw oc
r w c
. . .
Words are wonderful but they have limitations. This poem centers around that topic. Words mask the majesty of the world around us. I slowly reduce these words into random letter and then into symbols because that's all letters are, symbols. Words are a comfort blanket we throw on the world to make us feel like we know, like we understand.