The words that I produce

by Martin Shone

My lies beneath my mouse
does it know of the words
it helps produce

My desk
lies beneath my computer
is it alive with words

My computer
lies beneath my fingers
does it breathe with the words
it helps produce

My fingers
lie atop all
they know the words
they are alive
they breathe life
into the words
that I produce.

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