Just
words
not quite seen
not quite heard
freely floating
drifting aimlessly
beyond a misty screen
directionless unmotivated
in collective solitude
until
an unprovoked spark
undirected unknowingly
seeks grasps
their trailing tendrils
orders and thrusts them
conjoined in breathless
wonder into something
more
Copyright © Robert Riseling | Year Posted 2015
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