Why I write?
Words are dusty, slippery things
They dance around in my mind
In my mouth
On my page
Words flash in
Flash out
And twirling
And twisting
Scrawl my thoughts
On my page
Words are shimmery, crackly things
That play with my life
With my song
With my heart
And splatter paint
A shifting
Flowing
Fluid
Mirror
Of me
A world I know
And a thousand
Worlds
And words
I don’t
Yet
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