i love(when)you;show me a world where words are real
where words can look at you through a morning window
and we are,all,just books reading each other , where
letters  drip from our brows   and  our tongues  are
 pages flapping    in the     winds of__our thoughts
  ,fragments are   beau      tiful,prepositions    a
    necessary       evil      .pronouns abolished.
          trees         are        gods of paper
                &                         their leaves
                                                    sparkle with fresh punctuation