Mere Words

The scratch of metal to fiber
Slaying lines formed in widths.
A resonance built to sustain
An effort set forth to comfort.

Though tired and withdrawn,
The thoughts effervesce into pinnacles;
A moment fleeted through timely escapes,
Bargaining to gain another day.

Another day to pass into extremes;
Motor functions put into motion
To push the metal to inscribe the fibers,
Appeasing a mind to composed performance.

They come untaxed, effortless;
An achievement thought natural.
No involvement of mind, only heart;
No digging to display, only an opening of myself.

These words, mere words,
Hold my essence and discard my body.
Fixated into nimble expressions
I await a final outcome; my requiem.


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