Nothing to Offer but my Words [sonnet]

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Please walk with me, but only if you dare;
for I have naught to offer but my words.
That’s all I have left in this world to share
(although, for some, I know that this disturbs).

You may now say: “What’s in it then for me,
if all you have are words and nothing more?”
But words are worth far more than currency,
and function as the hinges of a door.

For verbalness when phrased from soul (true mind)
transcends (thus shuns) all conversation norms.
When from all dross our words are disentwined,
with metaphysics our real voice performs.

Just words I have, for riches have I none;
so will you (like so many) from me run?

 

© Alan Morrison, 2019

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