V. 2. / 129.) You Could Not Escape, Words Were Everywhere

You could not escape . . .

Words were everywhere . . .   . . .

Yet out of any of them you would make 

A thing of joy – to express that thing

You didn’t know was in you.

You come across a random string of words

And a quick in-drawn gasp of breath --

A dipped silverwing of sight -- and you see!

You recognize the string it was ‘yours:’

‘It was all – before!’ . . . and you marvel.

The thing you were to write

You had already written –

Here was a tiny phrase of it!

You had written it before you wrote it,

And read it before you had written it –

And without knowing that you knew

You knew exactly how it went!

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