The Knowledge of Words

I know the words. When they resist me, I wait for them. I am not greedy. All I expect from them is a few new lines. Today, the words have left me waiting for a long time. They were refusing to line up next to their friends. Clear lines are an assemblage of adjacent words that know their way in keeping distance and in keeping company. If I speak today about the distance, I do not deny the importance of company. Without the distance, there is no writing. Without it, the uniqueness of words would not exist. Without it, mere words are dissolved into one another. Without it, there would be ambiguity. Were the words resisting me that I may join them in this essential knowledge, that is, in keeping the distance between me and people? They know that I am not indulgent in committing to this knowledge. Do they want me to become stronger in it? I am using words to address you as well as others. Today, the words seem to want me to write only about them. They are worthy. He who is worthy must always be recognized.