Reversed through a paper shredder,
I became whole once again.
The trenches in which words are formed.
the ditches I travel through.
Every curve and straight line,
every gap worth jumping.
I follow the trenches
all the way to the end.
A period, exclamation point,
maybe even a question mark.
Excerpts and Ellipsis'
sudden dashes and quotations
Enemies to fluidity and
constant motion. The flow is off,
the enemy is winning.
They sit and wait, not afraid of time wasting away.
Not afraid of settling. The experts of patience.
The subtle killer to the creative and outspoken.
The war contiunes on a new page, a new day.