the world becomes a blank page &
your tongue is the pen.
Engulfed with words, watch the moon & the sun
become literature,
watch your surroundings
settle into their role
as characters being written.
Engulfed with the form,
with lines of poetic thoughts
with unpublished letters.
Engulfed with the endlessness of a blank canvas
waiting to be repurposed & made new.
Engulfed,
trapped in a world within your own mind
in a world you created & that thrives off of imagination.
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