Sea Words

Every word is a question

In the beginning was the Question

From the first word spoke,

And that Question is the wall

Around which we poke.

Sea Walls hold back our Words

As we float upon the Sea,

Picking vocabularies from Seaweeds

Often snared, stuck in the Nets of our hearing. 

And our speeches are little spittle seeds

Sown upon the waves.

Bubbles of hello goodbye yes no hello
Where can we grow?