Speech Acts Poem by shimon weinroth

I'm a speech act, fathered by a predicate,
born with words, on the waves of an act
stirred to speak the language of command,
my kernal of duality owes allegiance first,

to the one who birthed me, without him,
i'd have no present or future,
the other me, sings out can spark and fire
to fatherhood sons of my speech

till the moment of fulfillment, consummation,
I'm just a shadow of the father
whose shining presence illuminates,
elongates or shortens the form,

and the voices, tenor bass or soprano
are commited to similes and metaphors
or prefigured, Griceian implicators
embedded come to life,

if not watered the kenetic expression
wafts away unnoticed and ignored,
background shadow, never came to life
or might come to the fore to command

imperious imperator, says do this do that
eat your hat