The words flow through me
Im the vassal
They swirl around invisible to
All but me.
I pluck them out of the breeze
And stick them to the paper
So all can marvel at their existance.
So they can be seen.
We dont always work too well.
They sometimes want to be seen
In a way Im not ok with showing,
And sometimes I want them to say
Something they dont want to speak.
Sometimes though,
We work so coherently
I wonder if maybe we are one,
These words and I.














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