Turning On My Word Faucet

Words trickle,
From the faucet,
In a deadly drought.
And I lean in,
Mouth open,
Ready to take in each drop
As if swallowing life itself.

Desperation for life,
For creativity,
For words,
For men in capes and women with crowns,
And confused girls standing at windowsills.

For that light that shines just beyond
That hill of reality

Desperation for that drop,
From the word faucet.

This is the power of words to me.

I crave the power to turn on that faucet
And let it flow,
Streaming life to whoever wants to Taste it.

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