there is an instant
where words cease to exist
where time is suspended
where consciousness disappears
it comes when i least expect it
when i am totally unprepared for its presence
when i would prefer solitude as a companion
when i give way to its inevitable consequence
the lines roll from my hand
to smoulder and set the words ablaze
the lines roll from my dreams
to cover a thirsty soul with a wave
the lines come not from the mouth
but from the spirit and the heart
told in whispers like ancient stories
the lines come and then depart
they come when i least expect it
when i am totally unprepared for their intrusion
when i would prefer seclusion as a companion
when i give way to their inevitable conclusion
there is an instant
and when it comes
i am no longer alone
Roger B. Humes
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