in the beginning...

"Fear, hate, love...." Words....just words, or physical beings...the resonance of the sound, impacting vibration on the body, frequency on the brain - a power to heal or harm.

Stripping a word of meaning, power, translating it to image, consigning it to form, a form to be manipulated, moulded, removed from its roots. To relegate the terrible, fearful or powerful to a malleable ingredient, a new quality.

Constant repetition, over, over and over, lines jumping, letters muddled, the word intense then mellowing, vague, useless, foolish. The letters losing symbolism, dancing lines on a page of pattern, the hand creates a pattern, gaps, appear, disappear, synchronicity presenting itself in chaos.

Creating a different rhythm, a different frequency in repetition, the rhythm, sound quality, the word on paper changes, as it changes in the head, creating a new meaning by changing the rhythm and frequency alone, strip away the symbolic meaning and make a blank canvass from the text that once was.

Say it aloud, to focus...over, over, over and over, less distinct, more stupid, less painful, more like a chant, resonating at a different frequency, striking different chords, playing a different tune on the soul.