Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart for publishing my poem today.


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Shape Shifting While My Pen Empties





As if a boy with tripping feet,

I fall out of the day,

and into the nightfall,

where shadows tell me secrets.

Thus, 

the diminishing veil 

of thought to pen 

peaks at invisibility.



An emphatic play of syllables begins.

I see them becoming assembled,

gathered,

the same way I should be collecting butterflies, buttons, or coins.



My once inaccessible pen

now smoothly streams.

My mind will break open

against the blank page,

and I’ll find the words flowing

as rivers do,

to where I write words that heal,

words once hidden in my troubled soul.



And so follows,

the flurried edit,

mad digits write with a beat,

as I shape shift into the continual writer,

writing to the world.