STOP WRITING POETRY

Stop writing poetry! Stop it!
These scribbles on screens and
Sheets of crushed trees
Merely indicate the oscillation of air
Flowing past a particular piece of
Meat in the throat
Words say nothing
They are not the thing nor the idea
We are the idea of light
We are the hand that sings
We are the spirit of flight
The thing of things
Running to arrive at where
We already are

But in order to arrive
The journey must be made
There is no forward without a path
No words without breath
Nor steps without feet
Breathe, make pathways, walk
Travel wide
And write more poems