W.I.P.

Tell me about fiction.
Tell me all you know.
My ears will gently listen
to my mind, slow to compose.

Your night-tale is what lifts me,
scraps the Ts
and reasons with me,

shifting sand
turns to uncover
a mind so strong;
its owner’s mother.

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