Compressed Perfection

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Our words when used with strictest gravity

Become as real as backbones.  Words are whole

When they weigh right.  Wrong makes a cavity

Inside the things that really matter, soul

For instance.  This is why false prophets can

Make people swallow cyanide.  But wait.

The words, the actions, meanings in a man

Speak indivisibly.  If words mean hate,

His actions and his meaning are not Christ,

The Trinity as One.  Those words must fail

And cannot be eternal.  Failures heist

Away eternal light and snuff it pale.

  The meaning, words and acts, all three must

    Fuse as hydrogen in heat like godly lust.

~ Phillip Whidden