/feit/
Take a fricative, a diphthong,
a stop consonant - so short so strong.
Phonetically genius,
Realistically delirious – simply wrong?
Poetically, though, carrying the world’s weight,
An empire of hope with an H-shaped gate,
A single letter to open the doors,
To hopes and dreams on rotten floors.
Semantically dependent on the H in it,
For us to trust and put full weight on it.
A phoneme to steady the ground,
To live and to die by the change of a sound.
What’s only an inch for the tongue to move,
Is still lightyears from the concept of truth.
We’ve studied the moon, space and time,
yet, we’re still waiting for the stars to align.