One Reason

I write for the sake of words

Not the concepts

Or the precepts

But the individual

Harmonic syllables

Guided in my music

By the whispers

Of the muses

Not distracted

By the dogma

Or doctrine

As a slave to proper usage

And not pigeonholed

By the promised

Glories of heaven

Or the perceived

Agonies of hell

Not catching

Passing swells

Nor feeding

Public favor

Or seasoning

With the flavor

Of the day

Swayed by opinion

Of predominant dominion

Or popular say

For the words

Stand on their own

Carry weight

Have life

Birth meaning

And without leaning

Too far one way

Or the other

A thought is completed

Whether or not you see it

Or even care to bother


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