There are no expectations

There are no expectations

With no machinery involved

Words are birthed naturally

Entering the world

Unencumbered by guilt

Falling into space

Forming a world

Of their own creation

Making connections

To construct meaning

Their physical aspect

No more important

Than the existential regard

With which they are perceived

The hysteria produced

By their withdrawal

The flow of meaningful thought

Curtailed before it has reached maturity

The incubation period

An unknown factor

In the process of gestation

Only in retrospect is the value

Of nurturing understood

Words in themselves

Are prone to flights of fancy

Episodes of destructive malice

Can be produced

When good husbandry

Is provided inconsistently

The promise in every individual

Not recognised

The natural tendency to form

Meaningful relationships

With one another

Left to flounder

The lack of cultivation

Leading to breakdown

In the moral fabric binding

The foundation of any

Significant creative communication

A wordless dystopia

Empty phrases ravaged

By a poetic dysthymia

Until a more congenial balance

Is restored

Although in its totality

Neurotypicality

Is not conducive to the multiplicity

Of meanings

All good words

Hold within them.