Singularity

For the longest time there was me, walking the plains of time
Carrying words in my backpack, sprinkled over earth onto and into fertile minds
My single purpose was to die to write, to walk alone on the mountains of my words.
I climbed and climbed that mountain dry, dredge daunting
At the summit I see the words I have walked, I have herded them into their meaning, sent them to the writers’ abattoir in preparation to waste them on humanity that can see, feel, know and become the meaning of my singularity