Word-Shadows

He came out of a story book fully clothed with words. Some said he had no skills worth speaking of, but he preserved in an aimless way to breathe life into mud shaping words for all to see. Words worship nothing and so he made them into true believers, fiction became fact in his novelty bibles. Too idle to create a whole book he broke up his truncated stories into terse snippets he called poems, they were hand-free metaphors, mere word-shadows that implied a deeper meaning that none could fully explain or deny. As do all who examine this world as if it were a tale told to a blind man, he discovered that all his words were inexplicably empty, a mystery that to this day still sells itself.