words from within gleam suddenly
from where I cannot see
they fancy themselves
I believe.
Watching them form into sentences
with some magical tone
makes me question where do they belong
these rhymes like dug up bones.
Perhaps I am dissolving upon the page
releasing pent up rage
or searching to answer dreams
that have dogged me.
The consequences of piercing the paper
is a lesson not yet achieved
words only pronounce deeds
caught off guard
not the victims caper.
