Words

Words- 7/12/19
Words whisper
secretly off of
my subconscious
mind.

A bottomless pit
of Rhyme.

Words whisper
deep down
through my arm
into my finger-tips
and down deeper
into this pen.

Words whisper
so softly
I often
don’t hear them.

I have to reach
backwards
then
up into thin air

to catch my Muse,
with her
deafening stare.

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