What word?

“Choose a word,
any ol' word,
any ol' word can be
The bender of your
Mind 'n Soul,
'n the Word that
sets you Free!

Of all the words
under the Sun,
the most preferred's
the number--
ONE.”

Indelibly yours,
Paine

Words break me,
As well, make me.
A break from words,
Now I need. As nice,
They are, a living presence
Prefers this moment.
A living present, I so need.
For, to bleed this much,
Speaks an excess, drafts too
Much from lived life.
Words break me,
As well, me make dew
Making words survive
Me, when all’s lost.
As well, I make words
Help me survive
When life’s cost lost me.
If a frost obscures source,
A sprouted seedling, lost,
The earth receives, nonetheless.
A form betrays ~
Content stays.
So, from dust, through lust,
Returned to source.
No code but mother lode,
Or a load to heavy
Borne, to fragile the form,
Which nevertheless spoke,
Gave what she knew.
The earth receives, nonetheless.
A form betrays ~ Says,
But doesn’t stray, or stay.
Content stays.
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