Today's prompt. Not a full 100% take on the prompt, but this is what is spinning around in my brain.
words and the like build
an invisible monument, reinforce it
with sentence structure. an errant clause,
punctuation housings and wirings. splits,
electrodes, and more to it than the untrained
eye (namely: me) can ascertain. The world becomes
a paragraph and all of the rules of nature, laws that govern
existence, fall into a single space before us, write themselves
into being. we are left to make the meaning ourselves. we get our
wish: play god and move all of the king's horses and all of the king's
men around the game board. where to build hotels and where to
press our luck: park place and the boardwalk, railroad robber barony,
becoming the means of production ourselves. starting small riots
and smirking as the workers tear apart what we've made for ourselves.
it is just like this. everything is reduced to the word choice. everything
becomes all right or terrible or listless or eccentric. or just is. or was.
one day it will be, too. we can only hope or fear. it just comes down
to the wording.
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