I think we want to believe words immortalize our thoughts
cement the strokes of each letter into the ground
preserve in jars the spaghetti string thoughts in our minds.
They bury below clumps of blood and air the things we want to forget
they compress within crevices the memories we wish to rip apart
it lets them rest peacefully below the skull
never being able to resurrect.
It is not until we speak these printed sentences and inked contortions
that they will be free for eternity.
It is to keep the words within the lips
to keep them upon the mind
to keep them running through the wind of open windows
that they will be made right.
No longer will they have to hide within the borders of covers
or reflected through flashlights.
I think we want to believe words immortalize our thoughts,
but it is only through the language of our actions
in which these words become comprehendible and universally fluent.