poem: dreams x

Dreams of words
that pop out at me
automatically
i can’t control them
a madness
petal to the metal
fingers to the keyboard
more words
they are not my words
they are the words of
the possessed.

– marya ophir

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One Response to poem: dreams x

  1. Glücklich says:

    Let them flow… open the channel… nice Marya…

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