I fantasize through words,

who and in which are just for us.

I wrote you a letter of meticulously

Masterfully written–from my distressed hands-

Sound, turned noise, turned

Spaces in between alphabet, begat from

Noise begat from whispers that we tell ourselves.

What’s in a name that gives physical structures an Identity?

Original from the rest, begat from the rest.

I fantasize about words

Turned into action, turned into distressed captured moments

of life we believe are truths.

Photo by Florencia Viadana on Unsplash




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