Reed Lowell
I want to weave worlds
with words.
Soak some spheres
in ink intangible.
Impulsively
douse and dry
ornate orbs of obscure origin.
Tediously terraform terrain to
unanimously unify universes.
Maybe,
Make miracles manifest.
Sew a suit of skin and sinew to
simultaneously shackle and shelter a soul.
I want to write
reality;
to textify.
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