Getting back to normal

Nothing's come from my writing hands in many weeks. Now I'm making things happen again. This is where it starts, with one poor poem, soon to be followed with a series of great ones. I'll keep you posted.


Use chop sticks, but never forks.
These cautions are not cautions as they are
limitations of limits and limitations of life.
Limit the words that you use
to one small lexicon for three weeks.
the words that you use –
your lexicon –
limited for three weeks.
Limit your small lexicon to
three poor words.
Three
poor
words.

Seek water but vow to never drown.
This caution is far more ridiculous
but necessary for children and dwarves.
limitations forced on one
are not limitations at all.
They are not limitations.
These are nature’s concessions;
uncontrollable things that none could combat.
Not even with
three
poor
words.