Some poems existed before we created them,
lying dormant within us,
raw and unformed yet fully finished.
They awaited the moment of their release,
the mining of their essence,
the exhalation of their connection,
their fusion and splicing.
It was a time-released evolution,
their eventual revolution.
You pretend they are newly born, knowing but unable to admit,
They always existed within us,
before the moment of expulsion,
excretion, exhumation, fully formed.
Born Only when you were ready too.
too.
@2:09AM
Thur Feb 19 2026
2 Adar 5786
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 4:41 AM UTC
Some poems existed before we created them,
lying dormant within us,
raw and unformed yet fully finished.
They awaited the moment of their release,
the mining of their essence,
the exhalation of their connection,
their fusion and splicing.
It was a time-released evolution,
their eventual revolution.
You pretend they are newly born, knowing but unable to admit,
They always existed within us,
before the moment of expulsion,
excretion, exhumation, fully formed.
Born Only when you were ready too.
too.
@2:09AM
Thur Feb 19 2026
2 Adar 5786
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