Poetic thoughts glide across my tongue as dainty feet, waltzing a marble floor,
Wrapped in word, my mind soars beyond the either and I surpass self
I am neither here or there, but, suspended between realms; weightless
Shall I sing of the Ancients? Shall I sing at all?
Yet nimble fingers strike keys with such tenacity, I have answered myself.
O’Prunty
6/26/17
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