words stream out of me
words stream out of me
unbidden, unheeded, uninvited
as if they are spewing out of a defective faucet
flinging themselves into the ether,
some lost, others dancing and singing
they have no trouble flicking onto a computer page
or a notebook.
They need nothing from me
except my fingers.
As their puppet, I watch amazed
wondering how they use my hands without permission.
Do these words come from my mind
or someone else’s?
This is unknown to me at this time.
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