Writing Worlds

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Awake, I dream.

All day worlds intersect with mine

And words whisper to me.

I pick up my pen,

And attempt to pin down those worlds to the page,

To herd those words,

To tame them.

I struggle and strive,

Then it occurs to me,

Perhaps it is not for me to capture these worlds, 

But to inhabit them. 

Perhaps mine is not to tame these words, 

These wild horses,  

But to run with them.

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