Is it precise and sharp like drawing blood?
Or tapping trees to hit, extract, and catch
The sense and soul?
Does it erupt impulsively? A rush
Of red enlightenment that stains the page
With drops of truth?
Could it be pinpricked fingers? Whispered oaths?
Or vessels bursting with the impact of
Unique ideas?
A cycle? Parts embedded shed, are wrenched
From plac…
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