Lack Thereof

Words,
and in the spaces in between,
mines:
to be careful where you step is to
step where lines are dreamt
but soon forgotten.

Words,
and the eyes that read them,
signs:
to understand means to stand
under the post and point in
the right direction.

Words,
and where the letters meet,
bridges:
to speak is to move across
incorporeally into another's
set of teeth.

Words,
and behind the physicality,
thought:
to be or not to be and electricity
surges through neurons and
passes by me.

Words,
and what it all really means,
nothing:
to be left imbued by what is true
is to never have left love and it be
forever with you.