Without his muse
He can’t write a fucking thing
Phraseology trapped under his skin
Awaits release from inertia
Awaits a lightness of breath
To unbind his heart’s language
A vocabulary of verity
On bones winter white
Waiting for thaw
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the words reach my heart and hug it.
Thanks so much Faith for stopping by.
Thaws so slowly… I know these words. ❤️