In waking, at dawn, I realize
The flow has begun
before the risen sun
a horizon of battle yet to be won
From deep inside, I feel them rise
A torrent of words,
they rage, undeterred
marching into sublime, from the absurd
Images swirl behind my eyes
Stories unfold
some timid, some bold
all of them loud with demand to be told
∞
Words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words,
Clear-spoke or blurred
fight to be heard
with peaceful silence as the prize.







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Thanks for taking the SatWE challenge.