publish broadcast, reaching out
to flow, read communicate-words are wind
wind that stays in place is writing.
don’t know where it comes from or where it goes,
but never still.
House breach the mass transition of stationary wind,
captured for millennia.
my words are my wind, air that moves.
writing captures my wind, cease the endless rustling,
transmit to others across space and time
(a day, a continent, a century, a galaxy)
the spread of captured wind, taken for the eyes and skin,
contained repeated, remembered.
Impacting and shaping the future and the new now.
to publish.
Martin Write 