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The words

And rhythms

Slip through

My head

As I fight

To find

My own words

And my own rhythms.

The beats

Course through

Me

And my

Weary, wordless soul.

Each

Wonderful turn

Of lyric

Eats at

Me

As I hunt and search and fight and claw

For a toe hold

In my

Mind

That will allow me

To experience that

Moment

Of

Brilliance.

I envy

Their words

And their smooth, slick harmonies.

The beats

And the percussive bass

Haunt me

As I struggle

With my mind

And the missing words.

The missing words.

Those damned

Words.

My words.

Timothy Vance Jackson

09/01/08

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