Until the Words Turn
Until the Words turn into lines,
I keep my mind fixated on the unknown
Unsure, not clear, second guessing
My own thoughts.
Until the Lines turn into stanzas,
I wonder how they will appear
Confused, uncertain, doubting
My true judgment.
Until the Stanzas turn into a story
I can see the fragmentary design
Words carrying on the Lines that
Move the Stanzas toward the end of the
Magnificent page like a glorious tale…
But--- until the Words turn, I wait.
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