How it comes

I do not know where a poem is born
Only how it comes to me
Crawls up my intuition
Rattles around my gut feelings
Speaks my language
And should I respond accordingly
Should I run or wake
Quickly enough
It is mine
I get to birth it, show it the light of day

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