words

floods of these
so few of them true.
and none of them true in the sense that you are true.

words are words: assemblies of letters
martialled into groups designed to point toward meaning

and on my journey
these are the constellations by which I navigate.

but a cloudy sky can be no excuse for laying about.
so hurry on!
calmly,
remembering.

when meaning is hidden,
'going through the motions'
sounds such a bad thing to do
but the alternative can only be
'not going through the motions'.
how is that better?