I sometimes think about where the words of my poetry come down. I sit down and all of a sudden I get words that I have to put down. Sometimes they are random words that don’t make much sense but when but together into a cohesive piece, it becomes a different beast. I think it might be a form of expression. Things that I can’t explain or understand or do not know how to express. The mind is a powerful thing.
Mark M.
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