two.

You are visual,
you create vast empires out of inks and crushed sands and flattened trees.
You are physical,
creating lands as a god creates new life, no ecosystem can deny the skillful allure of your fingertips.
You are vocal,
your growls and harmonies are lush tones that wrap around me, songs to seduce and soothe.




Words are my lifeblood,
each sound and inflection a heartbeat,
the way I create new life, new lands.

I want to pull my words from the air,
give them form and texture,
weave them together into a mural,
to explain with colors and shapes.

I want you to see my words with a clarity,
want you to see their landscapes, their lushness,
I want my empires to demand your attention,