One Chapter at a Time
<p>My wings clipped and caged. My lips hermetically sealed.<br />
My memory jogged.<br />
The ancients revealed the muscle of the written word.<br />
What would I do without the page to read,<br />
the pen to write, the keys to press my hieroglyphics?</p>
<p>What would I become without canvas and brushstrokes<br />
to paint the honey-speckled dawn?<br />
The sea beckons to the fisherman<br />
and I am drawn to the beauty of the sea.</p>
<p>I step out into the margins,<br />
my life feral<br />
and precious,<br />
redundant,<br />
reset, recycled,<br />
content in moments of serenity.</p>
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