no labels

Conversation…

Misunderstanding?

Who’s to say?

You ask me for a word…

You offer me a word…

You take my words,

And assign a label.

From the zero point before labeling

To the blackened crash point once labeled

There emerges a gulping, gulf-ing ocean… of confusion and misinterpretation.

You ask me if that is the correct word?

How can I answer…

Assign your label…

Take: permission to re-define, re-describe, re-subsume my “reality”

And analyze accordingly…

The point completely missed, lost among the arbitrary yet meaningless words.

So I will sit and watch and listen

And contemplate the depth of love.