A Power

It lingers in rhyme
In lines of words
Rhythmically strung together
By fine electrical wires
Delicately they reverberate,
Exquisitely, poignantly, excruciatingly,
Within ridges and folds
Of the interior mind.
If a power of poetry
Contains residual affect
Does that mean
Mine
Can have the same effect.

Do my words reach other worlds
Or do they stay stuck on these pages.

Do my words breathe
Or are they dead.

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