OFTEN TIMES, when I lay down and close my eyes, I see before me a wall of words. Sometimes these words won’t let me sleep and I can’t but help take a peep.

Sometimes the words look ancient, other times like subway graffiti. Funny, mysterious thing, I just pick and choose what I want to use and write them down. The words fly into my head and jangle around, I can feel their presence.

A wall can be made of anything.

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