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As words appear on the sheet

I learn what I am going to say.

The sheer mystery of it

Remains a secret till today.

As dear Alice put it once —

How do I know what I think?

I’ll say it fist, the words will dance…

A language is a curious thing.

And when I hear what I say

And when I see the dancing lines,

I read the meaning into them

Or from them – coming from my mind

Or being whispered from above —

Divine dictation as it is —

Sent down in spirit as a dove,

As inspiration or a breeze.

So, what’s the moral of this tale?

(or just a stream of random thoughts)

The authorship we later claim —

Does it belong to us or not?

2019