Word train

short, visual, emotional stories. and sometimes just thoughts, fragments really; a poetic monologue. tangents running wild, one word into the next, faster and faster until smack. the words collide like a freight train. and fall into a crumpled heap. waiting for breath to come and wake them from their slumber. for words are an energy. tho an evaporated form they may now be. the vibration chants in tones unheard until breath livens them once again and they become short, visual, emotional stories. and sometimes just thoughts, fragments really; a poetic monologue. tangents running wild, one word into the next, faster and faster until smack. the words collide like a freight train. and fall into a crumpled heap. waiting for breath to come and wake them from their slumber. for words are an energy. tho an evaporated form they may now be. the vibration chants in tones unheard until breath livens them once again and they become short, visual, emotional stories. and sometimes just thoughts, fragments…

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