amen. you are the one, yet you are the father, the son and the third.
so at the very beginning there was the word
which you were, and you said, and was the one who heard.
thus you created the world.
but before saying - did you, I don't know, think?
cause then you decided to write it down and spilled the ink.
and it became messed up, but you didn't even blink.
is this your kink?
Let me congratulate you, you've just rendered me speechless.
This. Is. Awesome.
And all these things you write about... I wish I could express my thoughts like you do - I love this perfect balance of form and meaning intertwined. A simple thank you would hardly be enough, but... thank you.
Oh boy, I didn't expect this crippled piece of thought would awoke your appreciation. This poem, it just felt like something I needed to spit out... So a thank you from you is even a bit to much :) So thank YOU for always being there to pore over my work!
I've noticed that those so-called crippled pieces of thought that we feel the need to spit out often have a more significant impact on the reader than poems we work on for a long time, rewriting and correcting them over and over again. Apparently this is the case ;)
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