My Curse

It is not lost on me,
All the meanings I lost,
When I chose as my medium,
These words on a page.

Limited by the sound,
And the meaning humans can derive,
Limited by the pixels,
That form every single vowel,
And letter otherwise untamed,
By orders name.

I’ll probably wrestle with these letters,
For as long as I draw breath.
And if possible,
Even after.
My curse,
And my only test.

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