TONIGHT
I am
writing to
delete
writer's block.
Here
I will
demolish
every
wall in my
way.
Paving the
path
to build
sky scrapers.
This is how
words form monuments.
Every phrase
will be
re
arranged
slightly,
tailored
just a bit.
Remastered
and mastered
until it is
nowhere
near
perfection.
All the words.
All these words.
Gifts.
They are gifts.
The ability to arrange
rearrange
and array them together
in such a pattern
Tailored
Gift.
I sew together
brick hard
obstacles,
I throw them
down dirty
sewer drains.
Sometimes
even the
dirtiest homes
deserve
inspiration.
Someday
the underdogs
will build
skyscrapers.
You will
build
skyscrapers.
Sculpt
Mona Lisa
monuments
with your words.
Think of
your
gift.
Stretch it.
Extend
it. Demolish
all concrete
feelings. Create
concrete
feelings.
Feel your art.
Love your
art.
Create a
skyscraper
home
out of syllables.
This is
where
you will keep
your gift.
Keep her
safe.
Love her. She
will help you
build
skyscrapers.
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