When all the uses of this world fall flat, man,
round yourself up on the certainty of action.

No work comes from idle words, so many so you just dance,
keep reeling in a dark room so black, with no walls nor floor
to escape, so you foot it in space
without gravity to find your place
to get beyond words, the irony,
how you have to push yourself beyond words to action
by using words of enaction.

Man, your clock is striking zero. You think
too much about what you’re saying,
think about the notes you’re playing,
that sound beyond music, beyond even
finding some primal beat,
the urge to be some quiet timelessness.

So pick your poison, man, and strike,
the time for talk, to act’s all over,
the moment for action’s now.
Wow. How quick your life’s just been
pure improvisation, pure jazz.

Let’s move along now, folks, nothing to see,
hear, except the sounds of silence.

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Today’s word is


Use it in something you write, and then post it in the comments below. I’d love to read what you write : ) Happy Tuesday / Pōʻalua.

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