I place them in boxes, neatly placed boxes, stacked in my mind, shelved away in my heart. sometimes they are single letters-- pointers to places, thoughts, emotions full complete words neatly stacked they have shrines throughout my space, they occupy my space and they give shape to my perceptions imperfect messages that sometimes shape my reality and my intuition, a twin flow of words letters, thoughts emotions, pointers to my heart and the typing fingers, disconnected but today they all fail me-- fingers, letters and words thought, emotion and desire perceptions and even reality