Letters Bespeak Words

I think that when my fingers brush these keys I sense my poem forming before it blossoms in my mind and it speaks of a relation between my touch and each stroke the gently bending the willful obedience of each key press each typed letter bespeaks words. and it is this story that writes itself with every brush and I know my poem before it comes to life for the touch and the stroke live on even when fingers are sheathed in pockets and my poem- although not alive in my head- has never died and needed rebirth for the poem is always there ready to be written between each brush and stroke; it is written in the very electricity binding my fingers to the keys.