conflicting
words
are assaulting me:
too much to write.
Pieces of poems are surging angrily
beneath my skin,
searching for an opening.
I would give in
if they would line up
and stand in order.
But in my
exhaustion,
no such luck.
Brilliance faultered, early on. It stumbled as it stepped. It didn't see humanity, and crashed instead of leapt.
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