I like to string words together
Like smooth stones on a silk thread
Slide knot slide knot
Though not to adorn myself, but rather
To empty my head of tumbled phrases
I rearrange, change, scratch out
Break the knot, slide off
Break the knot, slide off
Each piece has a design of its own
A circular logic to follow
I try it on, read it out loud
Revisit it again and again
Beginning, middle, end
Beginning, middle, end
Are the words pretty, the colors true
A good match of metaphor and hue?
Pattern, rhythm, thought
Pattern, rhythm, thought
Then it is complete, this strand of words
I finger the gems set just right
If I could wear it, would it sparkle like diamonds?
Or just lie peaceful and earthy
Like smooth stones on silk thread
That I like to string together?
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