by Tomorrow's Man
February 09, 2003
Texticity1001
Text, text, text, words, words, words.
How do I know what I am writing is what you are reading?
How do I know what I'm meaning is what you're feeling? How can I ever know what you're feeling unless I've felt it too?
The letters are for the hand and eye; the worlds are for the brain and tongue; the sentences are for the heart; and the paragraph, the Gestalt, is for the soul, the magic, the invocation.
Every time I write a word, you awaken.
Every time I write a sentence, you feel.
Every time I write a paragraph, I feel an angel opening her eyes.
Everytime I write I feel a new angel opening her eyes.