16.6.10

Let the words flow

Her eyes are squinted in concentration,
frowning furrows appear on her forehead,
woven with an uprising eyebrow,
pupils dilated As her mind accelerates,

As Ecstatic fingers
readily weaving,
deliberately devising,
changing, concocting.
sidetracking everything,
for this, her creation:

to tinker with the nuts and bolt
of sentences, to find flaws and
to understand and relish the
flying sensation of liberty coursing
to and fro her veins.
She enables the channel
building a chasm between
her and her creation,
it was...
from her, to her; for her :
everything.

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