Sometimes I imagine
All of the letters crowding
The ruled shelves of a paper
Cabinet slowly bowing
All of the letters crowding
The ruled shelves of a paper
Cabinet slowly bowing
Beneath them as I weigh them
And place them carefully
From left to right in something
Akin to symmetry,
And pray that when I’m finished
And close the thin glass door,
I haven’t said so much
It crashes to the floor.