My Words

take none of my words in one single way

I use different meanings

and compress that into a new world

my words do not speak

they create

they live like creatures

like fairies and monsters

games of my fantasy

children born out of my thoughts

manifested ideas

voices of my mind

words are scattered around me

like a flock of birds

I hear their wings

and listen to their chattering

they keep me busy

while they are there

but I can think them away

with other words

words that eat themselves away

are my favorites

like black holes rotating

into a swelling silence