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lesson #1: in the beginning, all poems on Earth were formless on blended knee, the approaching, humility, raging, barely   tempered by a gale force need, the forthcoming yoga pose of compose you have urgings, mostly in a blink of an eye, then going, gone notions, the writing is so a losing effort, you turn the paper’s aperture sideways hoping to get an inside straight insight, but the poem refuses to come, the creation ****** delayed is torturous and the poem birthing, even worse so you revert to basics to give the formless a shape, recalling  a child’s learning that in the beginning: “the earth was formless and void, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the surface of the waters.…” so you insert a single sheet of 20Lb bond paper, sliding the typewriters carriage smooth swift   over to the starting gate hell’s bell, typewriter machine smell erotically exciting creative fluids boiling, typing, laughing out loud, forming entree to the hinted hallway of a womb opening to a crafting with three words:                                in the beginning
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 5:05 PM UTC
write learning lesson #1: in the beginning, all poems on Earth were formless
lesson #1: in the beginning, all poems on Earth were formless on blended knee, the approaching, humility, raging, barely   tempered by a gale force need, the forthcoming yoga pose of compose you have urgings, mostly in a blink of an eye, then going, gone notions, the writing is so a losing effort, you turn the paper’s aperture sideways hoping to get an inside straight insight, but the poem refuses to come, the creation ****** delayed is torturous and the poem birthing, even worse so you revert to basics to give the formless a shape, recalling  a child’s learning that in the beginning: “the earth was formless and void, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the surface of the waters.…” so you insert a single sheet of 20Lb bond paper, sliding the typewriters carriage smooth swift   over to the starting gate hell’s bell, typewriter machine smell erotically exciting creative fluids boiling, typing, laughing out loud, forming entree to the hinted hallway of a womb opening to a crafting with three words:                                in the beginning
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 5:05 PM UTC
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