Prerequisite Beginnings

It starts with a call;

Just a simple thought-

And the whole world

Explodes into confusion.

My hands ache, the wall-

For some reason the wall

Is broken.

Wires are plaguing my concern

And fire has brought to fore

The new pad and pen

Look! I'm writing again!

And it hurts. All of it-


I'm lost in words, mind, soul.

Body is flailing, praising God

And I'm alive once more.

Dead, too.

The End

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