Wednesday, January 15, 2014

'Write down these words,'
said the spiraled being,
'Don't think too hard,
just let your pen
slide along the page
riding this sweet wave.'

And so I wrote,
filling volumes, unsure
which words were mine,
which belonged
to the garden creature.

they were all stolen
spoken in
indecipherable tongues
pouring from the lips
of my reluctant muse

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