How I do not know
But I guess these words
That may be true
And choose to throw my weight
Unto these worthy thoughts
Give them life through punctuation
Spell away all doubts
With the spell of written letters
and the spelt words
That spill from my slippery wrists
Conviction and beauty
are the markings of merit
The hallmarks of honesty
Piles of unimportant articulation
All used to make one point
More like a work of art
Than just a drawing
More like the mighty Nile
Less like the backyard creek
But what do words do
Apart from tell a tale
The simply put a face
On a preexisting body
The idea may be flawed
But the explanation is immaculate
What matters the content
If only it matches the colour scheme
Anything can be made a lie
And my beautiful words prove it so
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