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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