Poetry: Syllabic

When a word crashes to the ground

creates a soundwave, a pulse

a little death that scatters leaves

those clacking hammers of the typewriter

piano keys dropping

suddenly livid

that musical myotonia

as it shatters into syllables

crumbles into spiralling letters

we see it break apart into meaning

symbol and sign spin away from each other

the phonemes collide and repel, atomic

when a word collapses into chaos

that is when we see

a little of what is called meaning


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