This Flow of Words

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The words flow

as if from a tap.

A wellspring

which has

sprung.

~~
The more

I write,

the more

easily

the words

flow.

~~

From my

fingertips,

to my lips,

the irritation

if I cannot

express,

or try to

suppress

the words

that flow

from

someplace

I now know.

~~

Last year,

I had to

crank and

crank the

pump handle

to get

but a few

drips.

One

at

a

time.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The trickle

barely enough

to tickle

my fancy.

Certainly

never enough

to wet

my whistle.

~~~

Now like a geyser,

the words rise

up out of me.

I cannot

seem to stop.

Nor do I want

to stop

this

flow

of

words.

Namaste.