A Poem’s Plead

Sage Stephens

Use me.

Allow thoughts to flow wild like rivers, breaking down beliefs until canyons run
deeper than flesh.

Align words like constellations and let them bury in your mind, the explosions
of their death like epiphanies.

Watch lines battle as stanzas sit like warzones within the hollow of your skull.

Let sound bubble from between your teeth like potions, spilling on the page like
misshaped spell-craft as it bewitches it admirers.

Free me from your fingertips like the syllables from your lips and watch as I
cause spirits to shatter.

Use me.

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