LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

The diameter of the word

Is in its elasticity,

In how it expands and contracts,

A perfect mold of reality.

A word can be short,

Yet encompass an entire world,

Or be long and empty,

Without true meaning unfurled.

It adapts to what it needs,

Grows in context, in tone,

It's elastic like thought,

Moving in any sound zone.

In a simple gesture of speech,

It can carry the weight of the universe,

Or, light as a breeze,

Be just a scattered verse.

The diameter of the word, then,

Is not in its concrete span,

But in the depth it reaches,

When it touches the complete soul of man.

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