My living words

my words,
If they ever take shape,what structure
will they form.
If they were on your face,what gesture
would they display.

If they were food,then the hungry will not have them to ignore
but have them to devour.
if they were beer,
then drunks will not disppear
until the last sip.

imagine words that can penatrate through a death ears,
words that can be atured by dumd mouths,
words that can be sighted by blind eyes,
words that can make sense to a brainless beings.
if my words could do such,
to me they will never mean much,
but my words.