Word Warriors
Words are clumsy
Yet when woven into poetry
Parables
Or prose
A pattern appears
Discernable to all
Who care to look.
An image of what is truly meant
Rises behind the curtain of your mind
And understanding
Becomes knowing –
A grenade, devoid of shrapnel,
But packed with vowels and consonants
That may chip
And eventually crack
You wall of illusion
---unAsleep