I have children
In my head
The ones that sleep
Until you feed
Them
With music
Words
Extended bellies
From letters gathered in song
As they rush past
The tendrils of willow
I cast
Out my net
And drag my cargo
Of disheveled letters clambering to be words
Uplifting gives them breath to speak to me
For the were drowning
In my head
Swimming
Treading
Streaming
In need of song
And I sing
To my self
Only to be caught
Talking to myself
Out loud
Someday
They will understand
It is only a prank
The children in my head
Play on me
Making me appear insane
10-24-2014
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