Beyond the next minute,

prodigal thoughts recreate

avenues of traveling words.

All second hand messages are

burned; ashes of vulnerability

swept over the edges.

Angry hands anxiously record

the moment; nervous legs anticipate.

The aroma of the story are spice trees

for the reader.

Words stand trial.  Judgement opens

quietly.  The energy of success swells.





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