SandScript 2023 [Digital Exclusive]

When I Write
Ev Essif
when i write it’s weeping wicking
walking watching infinity whittling wood with ink, an instantaneous immersion with wordplay,
in turn as i return to the elocution, an electrocution when “I” surges sizzling syllables,
similes symbolizing a divine solution, similar to the supreme illusion, half Martin Luther, half
Confucius, confusion marking contusions on my mental, mezzanine mind, murmuring mantras
and metaphors, marching through subconscious swamps, sweltering, deep among willows
bearing sweet whispers of wisteria wrapped in the warm breath of water, when i write i am
Winter, a warlock in opposition wearing the whiplash, a washed out wanderer watching the
western sky seek sleep
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