Oracular Words

[chaotic_angel]

swirling, swirling in my brain.. upon the page they land.

Circles

Paint me a picture of words
flowing forth from this brush
of the tongue.
Babbling streams, incoherent thoughts;
formless, tumbled together in time.
A riddle answered-
The Sphinx arches her brow,
“What is it you are looking for?”
I am sure that you will know
when you get there.

S. Nycole Bridle
7/31/2004

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