My words
are like great rough fists
that pound
on the door
‘wake up!’
no subtlety
just
simple syllables
crashing
against
this wooden life
disturbing the
sleepers
making
the quiet ones
angry
but…
they’re my words
hapless children
sprung Athena
from my skull
strong-willed
unruly
I love them all
Harnessing Chaos 
Back again! Great poetry. Icebergs run deep and often require multiple readings. Or maybe I\’m just slow! Anyway I really enjoy your space. Good work. I know. All the praise goes to the Father! What a muse we have in Jesus!
j
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