Send me soaring
Send me soaring,
sling me over your shoulder
and carry me to inspiration,
(you sentence-stringing seductress);
for you are the shock of static
clinging to my carpet mind, ready
to leap onto passerby associations;
you are both ends of a forked road
leading to a place I never navigate
by myself;
for you are the source,
you are the soul,
you are my voice.



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