We write from our
memory traps
millions pores
in our cortex
We write from
our muse
that invisible place between
the shoulder blades
the hazy blur
between you and the pinchpoint
takes shape of a word sketch
between oh so perfect
parallel lines
We write from our
beliefs
the lead burrow
deep in the pit of our belly
But never
never from the
heart
that’s a misconception
an excuse
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