I
Out of all of them, this time,
what decides the best of a group
is a word.

II
Your name is a word I use
to call you out.
It is nothing more
than everything.

III
A word is made by
joining letters together;
ink making lines that contrast with
what lies underneath.

IV
To pick a word is
to discard all others.
This is a lie.

V
By myself,
I was surrounded by many words.
I was not alone.

VI
The word is not right
nor wrong. It is and
is to be shared.

VII
I put these,
my words, out there in an order,
in the hope that you understand them
in your words.

VIII
We gather to select our words,
one by one,
like dandelions
for boquets to be consumed by fire.