I am a writer, but I don’t make the words
I simply direct them like sheep in a herd
Sometimes an outpouring
Sometimes they are mined
Sentences rough, needing cut
And like clay, needing molded
Lapidarist, a potter, a shepherd, a poet
Word are but a medium, a way to make art
And yet they’re the window to see straight to my heart
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