lars again

If the medium is the message, I wish I could learn not to speak at all.
Imagine that: free from our cages of text and marble and acrylic, Back home in God's estate, sunny old Eden. Here we know only the language of hearts, Spoken as skin against skin and written in deep breaths and pumping blood. Something kicking. Something real.
But now it isn't, because now it is word again, Unreadable to me, because I wrote it, And the thought behind it is long faded, Leaving only a hackneyed husk. Just words. Dammit.
#poetry