Word breathes

Word is dead

Word is dead

already before

it’s taken form

of a sound

or a script;

We get

The carcass

of it like

a nut

buried within

the encasement

of a groundnut .

Word breathes;

pulsates;

bleeds too; when

It is within

the inner;

struggling to

get a form.

The groundnut

or any seed,

Like the dead

Word gets

another chance

of rebirth.

But that too

is short lived

until it’s born;

We make

great fuss

dealing with

shells ever.

A habit.