Strewn about words
A4 briefs.
Unkempt, uneasy
Gasping for a little space,
A little grammar.
Impersonal black font,
The words gasp for breath.
As the briefs compete for space
On my stacked desk.
Small words come to life
On the backs of those briefs.
Poetry breathes
In this inane mundane world.
Giving me space
To breathe a little.
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