essays in study

Around me they’re piled,
sentences on paragraphs amid cadences,
contexts, rhythms, and pyres
of words.

I’ve waded in, tossed aside,
dug deep under torchlight blaze.
They’re subtle, obtuse, shaded,
obvious. I’m oblivious
to the meaning, always,
at first read,
bewitched as I wander,
hearing voices.

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