Oi
I stood back from writing...
...only to look forward to a vacant cove underneath
my creative splatter to call me into it...
.... I went to this secret place I call "Oi" and I found
inspiration once again...
....What does this space hold for me?... another creator,
destined for the greatness to live this life...
...he is my friend...
...below the hews and colors, behind all things made
stands a fellowship of the spirit...sometimes
only one or two others.... that give to construct... who speak
to make move ....who unravel the energy of motivation
to others searching ends that produce no results...
...that produce no benefit.... and change it through their energy...
...A maker with plenty to make is nothing until touched
by this energy to weave into woven God's endless measure of thread
...and Oi is the place that sustains the break of
emotional blocks and leans me into who I am as writer...
It's the end of my writers block, him my loving dear friend...
...who brings me into a place called "Oi."
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