The hierophant

contrary
to popular belief
I am not a reaper of souls:
I am but a mere collector
of words

it is through these crudely formed characters
that I see
these echoes are louder
than the voices
clamouring for attention

there are no prerequisites
for figurative expression
each alphabet,
has an identity of its own
each syllable, they sing a different tune
threatening to break out
from the plastic enclosure that confines them

As a collector
of words
I rearrange, divide
and modify
rather than regurgitate
a series of patterns

crossing forsaken territory
perils that cannot be detected by the naked eye
lie dormant
beneath the soles of my shoes
as I tread the winded path
on the quest to capture
esotericism
to satisfy my unquenchable thirst
for truth.