i'm convicted i'm addicted...
i'm convicted
i'm addicted
to tiny
twirling words
that energize
simplify
and buzz in
curling swirls...
they never seem
to give me rest
they're constantly
around
they often hit me
on the head
then jiggle
up and down...
even in my
funny dreams
they seem to
hide and tease
and linger long
when I awake
and rush out
with such ease...
Joy Weare.
14th October, 2006.
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