I Hope You Don't Mind

clapter; wop; smaggle -
Not even real words.
Onomatopoeia, perhaps?
Haunting me,
sounds and shapes,
of what I see.
Nothing escapes the reaches
of my full mind,
thoughts escaping
and bringing back friends.
I run out of words
to describe what I think
so I make up others.
I hope you don't mind.

The End

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