But i - all i am - made from - are words.
Thoughts - Dandelion seeds - drifting in wind
Strands strung delicately in patterned
Woven nests Sentences pressed Ideas in mind.
Hastily sigh, creatively convey, feel
, And birthed dreams never said or find.
My heart clutches similar burning ideal.
Emotions I seek not, but only passion!
Here lies, heart and mind, an inner ordeal.
Knowledge! Cram all bits down my throat. My mission?
consume it entirely, so i too become consumed by it.
To know is an infernal desire. A fission
Of thought brings pure ecstasy, fulfillment
for proclaimed voids between word symphonies
bleeding through veins, chest, heart, mind oh so nonexistent.
I, Wordly Persistent.