Sunday, December 2, 2012

a not her

word
forming
at the brim
of this inkwell
dripping down
through this page
up into your waiting brain
absorbing these wisps
of lightless meaningful loops and swirls
though the meaning only extends so far
plenty of members of the same species don't even see anything in these scribbles, so sometimes I have a hard time staying invested in these words we use to try to make sense of this place

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