Word-building
Picture a world,
a picture—so much words,
word cloud—after a brainstorm.
Many verses—multiverses,
enclosed by margins—end of line.
It reads… left to right.
Write some words,
open letters… to the world.
Open-minded, they whisper, ‘Never mind.’
Pen scratches the paper,
it draws words bold in spirit
—bolded on the page.
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