escape from control

language
words are my way
of structuring reality
for me, for you
i never eat it raw
i change it into words
that tell us how to think
i want to escape
from the structure of language
it feels like a trap, a prison
i want to escape
from my need to control reality
i want to drink it
unfiltered, unpasteurized
i want freedom from the cage
that is my compulsion
to change reality into words
i want relief
from being the interpreter of god
for you mortals
from putting your world in celestese
toning is a beginning
making direct sounds without words
in the car with janeh
is a beginning
i am afraid of intimacy with reality
which is why words are my weapons of distance
keeping god at bay
arrogance thinking i can put god into words
but you think so, too
you like to hear me speak it
but like capturing a butterfly in a net
my words spin reality for all of us
i want it raw