My voice

 

I want to give you my voice,

Words crafted

In a meticulous fashion

Somehow simultaneously spontaneous

To give you the urgency of purpose

Do not deny purpose its urgency

It makes it

I want to give you words,

Words not yet invented

If the perfection needed for the intent is absent

Words that encompass intention

That can not but be meant for anything

Than what they are meant

This is my voice

Words in your head

I want to give you my voice

I want it to surpass a mere collection of letters interpreted into sound

This is my voice, can you hear it?