Words by Yahia Lababidi
Words are like days: coloring books or pickpockets, signposts or scratching posts, fakirs over hot coals.
Certain words must be earned just as emotions are suffered before they can be uttered - clean as a kept promise.
Words as witnesses testifying their truths squalid or rarefied inevitable, irrefutable.
But, words must not carry more than they can it’s not good for their backs or their reputations.
For, whether they dance alone or with an invisible partner, every word is a cosmos dissolving the inarticulate
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