Its the energy of the words really. The current that fires them into light like individual bulbs in an illuminated sign spelling out something bigger.
Its the rhythm of the words really. Its the pulse that makes the meaning dance, that lights up the romance, that gets things done.
Stressed and unstressed syllables - positive and negative poles charging language with electricity in the way that the stars charge the night with mystery.
Words that release the heart, the mind, bring sight to the blind, forging the connections from the way back, through the way deep into ways yet to be.
© Patrick Ellis
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