The master and the servant

the words bit
retreated
and bit again
swirling vortices
of unstructured grammar
untrained
dangerous
yet beautiful
and strong
I challenged them
set them in a row
rearranged them
the biting began anew
more and more
their numbers grew
I struggled
attempting to subdue
the uncontrollable
the wild
I managed
to teach them
format
the element of surprise
grouping
flow
simplicity
complexity
The most unruly
ones
still bit
on occassion
the wounds remind me
that I am not in charge
of the words;
they command
me



Revisiting the past -
What I wrote two years ago:
http://realityisimmaterial.blogspot.com/2006/01/ceremonial-mask.html