patterns

the page is hungry for words

but
words fail
ideas crack
the world is once again frozen

my comfort
the creature at my feet

a dirty, matted, smells like a frito because he needs a bath, barks too loud and too often, best dog in the whole wide world

but
he is hungry
he is always hungry

I relent
the dog is full
the page is full
once again

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