Tonight has inspired new words; new words on words.
Fresh thoughts on thinking.
Chew on your words before you spit them
We won’t always be here to hear them
And we don’t have time for time to waste
On words uttered with no meaning
On words said in desperate haste.
We know we think, yet we don’t think
Of the thoughts of other thinkers
Breathers like ourselves
But distant
Even in close proximity
Our thoughts so full of deep complexity
Are ours to keep
Are ours alone
We try to press them, flesh on flesh
Into being on each other
Fingerprints, hot scorching marks
Bruises brown and green like bark
On a healthy trunk of tree.
But surface impact means so little
Flesh is strong, egos are brittle.
Chew on your words before you spit them
The body forgets but your memory keeps them.
