By here & now I
here by
here swear aloud
Where ever , when
if ever I am allowed
what the gods will allow me
I vow myself to allow
this space to speak
these words I sing
My verses shall be finely chiseld
my verbs struck from stone
and my nouns stripped from bone
and the meat of my meaning
laid bare
In poetry
in prose
The heat
of each word of each verse
tossing and turning
spinning me back and forth
Verb versus verb
like thorns in side me
weaving a rose
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