I wrote the dry spell
I built the fences
built the walls
chopped the wood
and poured concrete
I made the fortress around my hand
with frozen ink that melts to rain
which waters the root of thoughts and swells
as vines of words begin to overtake my walls
my fence
my fortress
my hand
and with my watered pen
I wrote the dry spell
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