A Star is Born

There are no words for how I love etymology.

Isn't that ironic? The very definition.

Play on words doesn't even begin to paint

the joy of a medium with no boundaries,

and no drying time- only the constraints of 26 letters,

which is none at all really, just switch to another language,

other sounds, an entire galaxy of words, more words than stars

for look at what it takes to create a star, but I can create a word

instantaneously and effortless to boot.

I wonder if you wanted that to say effortlessly...if your desire for symmetry

drove you somewhere a tiny bit off,

for once I do not have to care; this is mine.

Packed up in and amongst a catalogue of whys

and roots and prefixes 

connotations, allusions, questions always of where 

did that word come from,

whose mind, whose need- whose need to express something 

never before expressed, to someone listening

and in that moment

a star is born.