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for you

they swirl about your heads
words, ideas, phrases
too many and unconnected
you need only a picture
a list of words
a lightning rod
to pull it all down
and make magic

not me

mine are deep inside
leaching from my bones
joining the dizzy dance
chasing each others tails
bleeding each other’s wounds
bubbling fermented beyond their bowl
cut me just here
and you will see
how it pours upon the page

I’m linking this up to dVerse where Gay Cannon is prompting us to write Poems about Poetry.