WRITHE
For me,
sometimes
there is no distinction
tween words
whose letters
escape definition.
Humpty dumpty taught me the wisdom of the homonym.
I speak not of the egg headed fragmented nursery rhyme.
But the mentor of alice- spellcraft sublime.
Whose wit could conjure constructs made of vision's rhine.
So now i will say it
without reservation.
To write is to writhe.
Only one letter cloaking.
The pen is the (H)and
and the body's location.
The (H) is the hermit,
secluded and waiting...
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