Architect

Poetry's my world-voice, an interface, a hotline to God and the guitar strings of the universe; it's my marble and mortar and methodology for building castles, the foundation of my empire. Poems in hand, I architect worlds of honey and stone; I hold hands with kings and listen to them breathe; I feel the air I breathe all the way to my fingertips. It is in me, it moves through me, it possesses my pen, until I think in its rhythms and walk in its steps. In the moments where there are no words, the poetry lingers, until it breaks the bonds of language and steps naked into our understanding, a window to the world beyond.