Untitled (but i think it's about writing) circa 1994

What a process

Cures the stress

Letters all fighting

Already re-writing

On the horizon

New words to be sighting

Arriving soon

Long before June

Perhaps tomorrow

Or maybe the next day

I tell you for sure

They will find a way

Can hurry if they wish

Or take their time

And when they do get here

I don't care if they rhyme

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