My Weapon Of Choice

My Weapon of Choice

Spinning twisting turned and twirled

As if on cue set off curling around and

Spun off again curling

Wrapping around full circle and off again

Spinning twisting turned and twirled

Faithful only to centrifugal force

Following a pattern without a set course

Never stopping a second a third and a fourth

Never stopping ‘til the ink runs out

Poeticizing the birth

Spinning twisting turned and twirled

Velocity carries this circular weapon in a direction

The hand controls velocity of communication

From pen to ink to paper with compunction

Torn from the mind’s eye to be born by determination

Spinning twisting turned and twirled

It all comes back around shaping itself around sounds

Words jumping onto the paper bound

To meet the jumping off point, the ground

When everything started to find the beginning of the end

All wrapped up ready to send

Titled with love for a friend

Ready to start all over again

Spinning twisting turned and twirled

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