Let word be

Intel hitch-hiked on light photons as I speak in body language/ Silent screams that diminish and extinguish spiritual anguish/ I abandon the pen and recite to crowds through telepathy/ Abandoning a heritage of speech so we can speak intellectually/ Try to speak but mylips glide to a full eclipse, then in the soul’s lisp I unfold untold bliss Emancipate minds, and warm hearts with a cold kiss/ So I recite infinite, infa-night ideologies that do help the bright/ To fight those who oppress and try to dim their light/ What I deem as right is what I write, while left Behind is what I dream at night/ Leaving minds tied, as tongues tithe, Spiritual energy and lungs lie/ Dormant, then resurrected, and so I…….. Command poets to stop writing, and so let word be/ For then I too can stop writing poetry, and let poetry write me