My Fingers are Words

My wrists are rivers of blood
My fingers are words
My brain is on fire
My heart is stolen
My song is don’t surrender
Internally I know something
Externally the world bears weight
    because I know more than something
My fingers are words
I went thru the door
The beautiful flowers were there
The sun beat down in cool weather
The mind pondered
I became
My fingers are words
They are the wind pounding the sail
I’m taking off in the sail's shadow.