Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks September 2014: The First | Page 17

And yet I keep the same mistake,
when I should sleep I am awake,
the feelings of those little quakes
that make those sleepless nights.
So even now I worry
about these precious paragraphs,
in case in the coming years I should
neglect these lovely choreographed letters,
points and fonts and lose them like the rest.
So I make a solemn vow to my words,
to never again let them blur,
from what I aim to be and achieve,
it’s all waiting there for me,
In every realm of possibility,
the lyrically lovely beauty,
of words that fit melodically,
the sounds that fit so sensually,
the increasing speed and singularity,
of every line I find in me,
a brand new inevitability,
for everyone to hear and see,
of every thought and memory,
whether true or imaginary,
I cannot allow frivolity,
to get in the way of my destiny,
I just have to never again,
never let my words down.

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