I have lost the words, their life force spilling at my feet after slipping through disconsolate fingers. The letters tumble and roll, trying to find a place to come together, to find sense in the falling and flowing outward, away from center. They want to cohere, create, give light and life to ideas and long lost emotions. They want to become sentences that snake their way into minds and hearts. Yet, they continue to spill, seeking the light, and sometimes the darkness, anything that will give them life and voice…and birth.

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