Rebirth.

i never really appreciated poetry until i wrote one poem on a crumpled sheet of paper, jotting things down, crossing and recrossing---for want of a better word (or a better silence)-- until each wrinkle was pronounced with vibrant blue lines and swirly blue loops, and with me, eventually admiring the way each carefully-looped word, each painstakingly-placed punctuation mark made the creases and the crinkles on the paper new again.