10.05.2012

Something to Write

A subject--
    But what?
Something to write.
    It's coming like a fog,
       A fast wind,
       A circular air.

                           I live on
                           through words,
                           dying words,
                           breathless words

That mean nothing--
     Unless you make them--

                 Hold them in your mind
                 Let them have air
                 Give them life, light

          Growing
             with every inhale.

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