Why do I write poetry?
to see my life like a
story instead of a daily
unfurling. Themes, mysteries,
questions. A place for
clues to appear in the spaces
between thought and word.
Sometimes it’s just the
hard lumps of words; irritable
and determined to be seen.
Still, the holiness of
between is one place
where I hear the universe
sing out.
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