oh hidden soul
oh ego manifest
how wretched an existence
to have you both vying to win my heart

i’m a gail of dry wind
the atom born of dew and morn’s first embrace
the ever lonely lute
whip scarred back which fingers cannot trace

i’m milk dipped skin
the alchemists conviction in the art of matter
neither stone nor gold
but marrying and birthing letters to one another

i’m a blacksmith of words
beating poetry out of sounds and phonics
leaving fires desolate
as I cool them with prose water tonic


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