Osmosis in C

I wrote the dry spell

I built the fences

I built the walls

Chopped the wood

and poured concrete

I made the fortress around my hand

With frozen ink that melts to rainThis rain, it waters the root of

Thoughts and swells

As vines of words begin to overtake my wallsMy fence

My fortress

My hand

And with my watered pen...I wrote the dry spell

I wrote the dry spell

I wrote the dry spell