Word Play

To the mind,
I am but wondrous
of all that I have drank
and swallowed.

So surely to consume
the very thought
that now bleeds into
a word.

You spun me 'round
like that little
string on your finger
and I linger,
for what is left.

An inspirational view
so that I may spew
it back into the universe
and create with you,
a word or few,

Until every vowel breaks,
with longing.