i’ve been gathering words
on little scraps of paper
they gather in corners
piling up in boxes
glue and tweezers
fill in gaps
with words
that don’t make sense
but do …
out of moulds
seeming to be
never finished
never decided never moving on.
… but these things happen
…slowly
there is a thread
they will come together
eventually
… and sometimes
something…
shifts
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