I Write
I write because...because...I write:
It is what I do, what I am;
at the heart, an ancient quill beside a
primitive pump (in and out as basic
as time) – a vein feeding, exiting and
entering, my spirit nourished within the flow,
my being propelled with each forward
thrust and breath-full recession -- all souls
count their journeys, recording the letters
and themes of each passing. I fly over
neighborhoods, those known and
foreign – intuitively taking note of signs
and lamps – we are as much light as
the dark of alleys, squeals of
forbidden voices. There is never a shortage
of inspiration.
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