What am I writing for?

What am I writing for?
Why?
Every week I open my laptop,
And pound out a poem,
Or a chapter,
Or an article.
Or a meaning,
Bound up in these words,
Lost in translation,
Between my mind,
And this page.
And the eyes that read.,
Trying to glean,
Some meaning,
From my strange dreaming.

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