Words, words, words, words, words

Once it gets written down it gets relieved from my mind.

A gift to the page is boon to my brain.

The weight of words weigh heavy on my pen.

I lay my pen to paper and let them carry the load.

Loaded words indeed.

They fill me with their song, and swirl around my head.

To give them order is to give them release.

Now they find others and do the same.

As it passes from paper, to mind, to mind,

The Word grows and gathers more minds.

More minds to harvest the next words that spill forth

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My mind is the beacon for these words,

my body is the vessel that carries it on.