i wish to write again, wish to feel letters climb from the bottom of the earth into the bottom of my soles through my body into my soul. wish to feel them underneath my skin wish to guide them gently through the universe until they reach the reader that needed to read, that needed to be felt and heard and seen and under- stood. i stand. words crawl along my outline. I am a medium, a path, a means to travel from a to b. letters arrange themselves and form words i do not know. they appear in front of me and i ask their meaning of them. they do not answer directly. they speak in riddles, those sly ones, they speak in tongues. the readers that need to be reading read. i suppose that they understand these puns. i suppose that they are intended for someone other than i to under- stand. i climb out of my dream. words appear, i ask them their meaning. they do not answer. they do not change. they do not add more of the
spoken word and free verse by michal shilor || שירה כתובה ומדוברת מאת מיכל שילאור