how much space a word occupies
or breath it rides out on
to dissipate in being heard
how obsession become habit
thus rides you harder
with its stern stick
how inhabitation becomes you
how it’s never moving out
how you don’t even want it to
how much space a word occupies
or breath it rides out on
to dissipate in being heard
how obsession become habit
thus rides you harder
with its stern stick
how inhabitation becomes you
how it’s never moving out
how you don’t even want it to
“A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.”
Gaston Bachelard