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The Soul Step

J Ann Crowder

Ambitious are his words, striking like thunder on a bleeding canvas
 
Ink spills—the heart spills, and magic threads spun upon his mind’s golden words, placed upon empty lines
 
Everything has a soul, even words
 
Joyous and betimes grey and mourning
 
Most of all magic—the imagination’s multiplity of sounds, movement, and color
 
As pillows of slumber awaken souls, a match strikes a flame
 
This is where thunder ignites song and pen
 
This is where words dance in rain; each soul step kissing white threaded parchment whilst tapping lines

Written May 20th 2018

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