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Prayers

July 24, 2011

I am meager and my stories are prayers

offered on pixelated pages

bound in digital cages

each letter is channeled from a place I cannot see,

but like the sea,

I can feel it from the shore.

 

Inspiration is vanity –

potters mold the clay with held hands

and I let an entity unseen and subtle

scribble words across the keyboard;

I have nothing to do with this.

 

My music rides the mind,

or is it the other or the other way around?

All the same, I am somewhere else.

 

At last, I wake up,

read what my hands have written –

 

And I can feel the sea.

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