Divine words
that flow right through me
Catch me in the moments
light
race a little faster
than my mind
can catch
than my mind
can remember
Where does this flow go
after it goes through me
Does that way continue
And touch through to you?
Is that how we are
connected
this wave of divine art
these words
that seem to be mine
have flown
where does this urge go
When I have satisfied it?
Can I lock it inside
Because I am divine
Remember my rhymes
and speed up
on my flow
watch it go
can I make anything
of these words
in waves
inside of me?
Their rhythm,
if disturbed
pauses
halts
breaks
sometimes
disappears
com
plete
ly
gone.