Surgeon

Every new verse

must find it path.

It light must shine

through

the tiniest cracks

of my life.

I might be

the one

putting the letters

in a system.

My password

are attached

to the writing

page.

It’s you

that keeps the

bulb on

so I can see

the keyboard.

It’s you that

appears

in my dream

when my

life flows

with the wind.

You are the

prose...