When first imagined,  they are a string of lights,  

some unlit 


When written out in draft form,  they are cursive letters

flowing across blank space

in between  crossed out lines  


When an idea becomes a certainty

text attaches itself to the page 

firm and unyielding


Once printed,

they sing a song previously unheard

wholly their own 

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