Words, Bonds
Words
Ideas form in my mind out of the fog that resides there
Coagulating into words that shuffle around their letters
In an occasionally futile attempt to find the perfect term
Before racing along the power lines of my nerves and down
Down the highways that my brain has installed in my body
And to the tips of my fingers where they bubble and boil
Against the back of my skin
Yearning to be released as fast as my hands can flash across the keyboard
Vibrating with a nervous energy as they push to be put down on paper
Before they are forgotten
Just like every other idea that’s gotten trapped somewhere in the backlog
That clogs my throat and my body as everything I want to say gets stuck
As my tongue trips over itself in an attempt to say everything that my brain suggests
No matter how incomprehensible it often sounds to people without a direct track
To the chaotic clutter of mists that fill my skull
Bonds
Bonds are what keep the world turning
A friend to a friend to a family to a lover
Red strings of fate spiderwebbing across the earth
Tied from finger to finger
And person to person
And soul to soul
Pulling and twisting and tugging
Warp and weft and shuttle shifting constantly
Swift hands of fate running across the strands
Colors on the loom of time swirling and weaving
A safety net stretched by a building
A blanket around shoulders like an embrace
Knitted connections as warm as a sweater
Threads and yarn coming together and falling apart
Knotting and winding and always changing
Ever-shifting
Ever-constant
Ever-present
Bonds.