After rhyme declined in ‘99
I began to weigh my words.
Rather than timing the rhyming, literally,
I found sound has an affinity
for a much larger harmony.
A word's weight is different than the
sound of the thing.
Some words echo when not said out loud
Some words rise like mist off the page
Some words cannot walk alone
Some words act differently
Some words find old souls
Some words can swim
Some words are for the future found
Some words were never there
Some words have music in them
Some words without a sound
Some words are misunderstood
Some words will never be forgiven
Some words cannot be taken back
Some words fit perfectly
Some words are poetry
Now, many people believe that
something new cannot be true.
Old ways are the only ways for them.
But, look around, things have changed,
and there is no going back.
Used to be, the shortest distance
between two points was a line.
Now, it turns out the shortest distance
between two points is a fold in space.
So I shall look where I am going,
weigh my words, and describe it.
The future I am living in requires
new phrases that will become clichés,
not old clichés that will become phrases.