Monday, June 26, 2017

Stuart Rawlinson #59 - Pulling Words

An invisible force
Like magnetism
Or gravity's
Endless tumble
A barricade
Of sound
Throbbing and low
In the room's
Pale miasma

A pen hovers
Over the glass table
A keyboard's
Buttons carved
Into the surface
Indent of purpose
Unlimited combinations
In a matrix
Of unreason

Open the book
Set the ledger
To a future date
Pull out the words
One by one


  1. Yes. One by one. Lose the big note. We have to get out of our own way.

  2. all out of the air
    that will only grow thinner
    with every word
    you extract


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