multiply

What you want and what you do

Are sometimes not what you ask Me to

Do for you.

Don’t you see: your words create, your words conceive.

The reproductive organ of your mind

Is the word created, yours or mine.

My son gave witness what to do

In this atmosphere, all words are

Subject to the ruler of the air

In which they appear.

Don’t you know? Don’t you hear

The words I speak in your inner ear

Create or fall deaf in the atmosphere.

You must speak. I’ve given you

Authority you gave to the enemy

Yet still subject to the gift of speech

Is this world created. With a word

All came. With words you’re creating.