Moans of your entity

They come out of you in floods and torrents;
Peeling a face that you don't have.
Making words live as far as they 'll take you
Perhaps as ambassaders - the only bond related to something called existence.
Wonder sometimes how secure you feel in your words.
Feel their stone weight oppressions struggling to break into bubbles of nothingness.
Hammer your rock if you must - who knows what you might sculpt out of the moans of your entity.