Words on a Fallen Tombstone

Nothing is sure, or sacred.

Only written words are truth.

The spoken word is fake.

How can it not be?

I invent them, juxtapose them.

Not you. Interpret these and

Go fuck yourself.

Take heart. I meant me.

Only me. Not you.

Don’t worry, this is meaningless.

Every word is as foolish as faith.

Can’t you hear the sound of scraped barrels?

Let your eye run past these lines

And free yourself from understanding.

Read into this your own beliefs.

Every dogma has its day.