These words of mine,
This alphabet soup of sounds and letters,
Stirring in my mind,
Now meat, now mate, now team or tame?
A word grab of changes or
Flurries, as snow, each its own.
How can these nourish, fortify, or sate
When, so like a virus, they assault my tissues
and grow there,
Teasing me from the soundest dream
With their fevered now!…own…won!