The Wordsmith

I first spotted the time somewhen around 4:30 and denied myself the chance to sleep on

after years of relative nothing, the eager roar of my brain would not be ignored

to my surprise, the rust fell away with a yawn and the craft jumped back to my fingers

 

warm

and familiar

and

 

unfurling

 

flexible

 

as a wordsmith ought to be

 

(Hour 9)

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