The_letter_B

B – Poem – Mind Like Letters

Mind Like Letters

my mind like letters

sits shelved and

quiet,

collecting dust,

degenerating,

dreaming

of the time it

will feel the rumble

of the cabinet

cracking open,

the sliver of light

passing over

and becoming active

from the hand

that selects

words

for conceiving

thought.

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