if all I could do was spin words of silk,
what more a profession could I ask for
if only I could nourish like colostrum milk
in this cocoon, in this breast, I’d find my lore
i’d remain inside and find others of my ilk
they’d hear my yearn, wait at my door
oh men and women of silken words
artists and musicians gather your herds
shepard them to the inner, call to its way
and show them the secrets of introverts.
-W.E.
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