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Thursday, April 23, 2015

Will of Words

Little words do come
to me in my wake
from my sleep, my dream.

Together they haunt
me till I put them 
in order their will.

Dictionaries do keep
all distinct, none 
in the least discrete.

The particular
derives its meaning 
from ev’ry other.

Posted by Willson at 6:01 AM
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