On Writing III

Conjoining alphabets to create a flowing stream
headed to places unknown
a transition between dreams
the worlds follow suit
sentences formulate
methods of madness manifested into paragraphs
heavily medicated
unnecessary in their existence
therapeutic in their value
to calm the quivering bones
that shake for the unknown

I wait for a gentle ending
to let me down lightly
frighteningly short
surprisingly long
there is no end in sight
for the beginnings left in the morning light.

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