My Affliction, poem by Don Knowles at
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My Affliction

My Affliction

written by: Don Knowles



My affliction
Words needing escape
They’ve forced a fissure
Pounding against memory cells
Ricocheting for relief
A Primal pulse of presence
Until the fingers set them free
Upon a paperless page
Outside to float like filagree
Like refugees
Seeking a new life to host them
Settling in the minds of others
Where they root new synapses
To connect the dots
To our collective sameness

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