WORDS, MY MASTER

WORDS
MY FEAR OF LOSING YOU IS SO GREAT
THAT MY FEAR OF LOSING LIFE IS MODERATED
FOR WHEN NOT ALIVE I WILL CEASE TO BE AFRAID
OF LOSING YOU

YOU CHOSE TO MAKE MY GREY CELLS YOUR ABODE
WHICH LIKE PARASITES YOU GNAW AT AND PERVADE
SCURRYING NOISILY, CLASHING
TO BECOME VAGUE IDEAS OR ABSOLUTE CONCEPTS
I DEPEND UPON YOU TOO MUCH
I FEAR YOUR ABANDONMENT

WORDS, PLAIN AND ABSTRUSE, YOU HAVE ENSLAVED ME
I NEED YOU TO FEEL AND EVEN SAY I AM
WORDS, I HAVE GROWN SO USED TO YOU
THAT I LOVE MY SERVITUDE TO YOU
EVEN AS I EXPLAIN THE FUTILITY OF THAT STATEMENT

WORDS, DO NOT LEAVE ME YET PLEASE
I CANNOT SEE WHAT I PERCEIVE OR EXPERIENCE WHAT I FEEL
OR COMPREHEND WHAT I HEAR OR RELISH WHAT I TOUCH
OR UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN OR EXPLAIN WHAT I THINK

WORDS WORDS, YOU SPROUT AND GROW IN ME
TILL THERE IS NO ROOM
WHEN YOUR NOISE DEADENS ME AND DRIVES ME TO MADNESS

YOU ARE THE MEANING OF FEELINGS
I NEED YOU EVEN TO PRAISE YOU

OH WORDS, SINCE I CANNOT ESCAPE YOU
DO NOT LEAVE ME
AT LEAST HELP ME TO LEARN TO REMAIN
YOUR UNPROTESTING CAPTIVE

WORDS, MY MASTER,
I VOLUNTEER FOR YOUR
ENSLAVEMENT OF ME