Words displaced in the space of time

The infinite now of man’s towers

Constructed of words and inflections

All of man’s work and leisure

Romance and finance

Built upon words

Deconstructed by the same

Neglected and harassed by silence

Whether they dribble from a limp organ

Or spray forcefully into a void

Are your words ever valid without conception

Does your wasted seed nurture

Or is it merely self-gratifying in it’s depravity

Have you met any of your 43,947 children

Or do your days pass without reflection

Oblivious to your place in the place of this place