my ******* hands
are attached to
restless wrists wresting
control
of this keyboard.
I’ve got to put something down
and I don’t want my fingertips to stop dancing on the keys.
My hands move faster than my mind can think
today. Today,
I am a writer. Yesterday I was a poet
and my hands could not keep up with my words
which could not keep up with my thoughts –
thoughts (n): dreams computed by the mind.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 9:17 PM UTC
my ******* hands
are attached to
restless wrists wresting
control
of this keyboard.
I’ve got to put something down
and I don’t want my fingertips to stop dancing on the keys.
My hands move faster than my mind can think
today. Today,
I am a writer. Yesterday I was a poet
and my hands could not keep up with my words
which could not keep up with my thoughts –
thoughts (n): dreams computed by the mind.
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