Poetry: End of Journey’s Rest

I found myself wandering among words,

Tongue tied but knowing what I’d heard,

Those letters and sounds dutifully spurred

Me to take upon my name Jaybird.

All my many visions become blurred,

Futures and pasts I may call absurd.

From one to another, a thought is transferred

And I am awoken by a mere word.

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