Re-Shape the Shapless

One word can push you over an edge or a line in the sand two words have nowhere to go. Three words can become a root to grow a love poem from. Some words are only half-grown they have to be fed constantly with multiple meanings then led out into the garden to finger-paint a world for you. The printed word will always turn to vomit if left in direct sunlight. Most words can be bought but not 'no' or 'yes.' All words are hard to sell. Aspire to be a shape-shifter dig beneath your fingertips turn words over like fertile soil watch them hatch in the ever-breaking darkness. Keep changing, aim to confound not to be just understood.