The body is opened up by a word
stung by a word
Tears are running for a word
A word is a seed
You never know for sure
if it can bloom into a flower
or develop into a thorn
Flushing along blood vessels
the word becomes blood
Sleeping in bleak shadow
the word becomes dream
Thousands of roads spread across over heart
The word is on the way
looking for a resting hotbed
One word seeks for another word
Negotiating and embellishing with each other
and assembling idiom, vulgarism, or metaphor
Even a thousandth meaning
can collect the light like a firefly
flying around in your field
Wandering in a word
but clear-headed in another
You carefully select a word
and the word selects you as well
A word in your footsteps
hastening you or blocking you
Maybe you have to wait to the end of life
when you really understand the meaning of this word