No sound. No voice. No verbs.
Words think over obstacles like predicates and subjects. Words that connect.
Can I use a noun or a verb to dissect dialect?
I cannot move words as big as mountains until I have a mountain of faith, or do I race a mole hill of doubt to face to face?
I maneuver the curves knowing the best way to get to the point is a straight line. I can’t wait in line to let you seal my fate. The straight line I am on has one-way to believe.