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Dec 2017
Worlds In A Breath

I
collect
letters to form
words/into sentences
phonically sound it out/loudly
making sense of it in my head, a speech
lauded from written lines/marching armada of
meanings. A Book which defines them, these ants of
artful communication,/ for when they are upon each other,
they build paragraphs/to pages,/pyramids of chapters telling a story
a creation of imagination/a documentary of salvation,/ a novel for you to
sit in your wonderment, to hit you like a pile of bricks these books in a library
                                     they
                                began from
                       a tiny creature called a
                  letter, like an insect it colonizes
              into a hive abuzz in activity & possibilities
    grows the more it knows like pyramids erected in Egypt        
beginnings from a grain of sand / thoughts and  imagination                 and
                                                                                           questions /                  
                              musings  stacked                                              like stones on foundations,
                             to/find/a/home/in every/memory, louder/than thunder   or/death  
                                                                          creature futures doubt
                    
                                                         I form                            
          Worlds in a breath ....        
Letters into words take flight
                                      from the hearth        of my mind                            
                                 from the heart                  in my breast
                              to the universe                            in our nest                      
                     the mysteries                                             the  gifts of
         W a r m    r e v e r i e s                                     T a k e   i t s
                                                R e s t . I n . P e a c e .
The shape did not turn out as it was suppose to.
Butch Decatoria
Written by
Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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