Wording
Critically thinking
These thought
bubbles
Strung as air-dried
laundry
Are attesting to
all-ness.
Clearly precise
within owned confines
Are never “nothing”
Yet, always
collectively
What has been
learned.
Personally,
It’s such a sin
That the words that
fumble
From my lips
Are the same words
(Finagled though
they are)
That find comfort
On a page.
©Christine
A. Evans 2.9.17
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