Formulating Linguistics

In order to form these words, you must start by being unsure. from comforting warmth, to a artic discomfort switching to fire and ice again. Temperature like a predator in the Sahara desert dusk. Sit on your porch at dusk, watch the clouds create their words. Be your linguistic barrier’s predator. Mentally conjunctions float unsurely from a mastermind. Look up again, wonder if Neruda felt discomfort. Do geniuses feel discomfort? There is something stimulating about dusk. Forget. Forget about the poem again, look around. Everywhere, there are words. Nature’s are certain but society is unsure. Awaken your predator Prey on inhibitions, predator. Relax and drink it in, relieve discomfort, tongue against cup. In unsure clouds, words. Not just in dusk either. Insects make sharp words. Crumple a sheet of paper. Again. Now throw it out, again and again. Soon, sensing a literary victim, your predator will chase it. Wonder what a word really is. The pen will give you discomfort in your hand. Take some paper. Dusk is now ending; Be absolutely sure this time you will write it. Surely, you will crumple it up again. Don’t get a flashlight, it’s still dusk; the lines are blurry. Your predator will inspect you, it’s hunger discomforting. Write. These words won’t write themselves. No words do. Surely by now you know that. How discomforting the pen feels. Again you are unsure. Until dusk is over, and your predator is bored, will it be done. -Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng