Alphabet Soup

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

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