Some words creak
Crushed under all the weight we seek
To put onto them, in their semiotics, weak

Some words are stretched taut
With all the meanings stuffed, seams shot
Into small casings crammed, between ends knot

Some words are prisms
Multifaceted and refractive, light schisms
Pinned in place by a plethora of perspectives, frissons

Some words are prison
Policed and surveilled, perimeters patrolled, in division
Gates kept behind bars, locked under load, under supervision

Some words burst
Fractal under disparate, desperate definitions, blurst
Spiral out in dizzying furls of delineation, curling, cursed

Some words groan
Graceless under too much strain, the stone
All the contradictions they can't contain alone

Some words transform
Reinvent, contract, sling themselves into slang, reform
Redefine and realign, reclaim the deviation from the norm

Some words wince
Scurry away, shamed at what their cruelty hints
Only to return, under the thin guises tin...