You talk about how you would write poetry
and learn an instrument
if only you had the time.
The time,
as though you don't have the same hours
as anyone else.

I'm telling you now, if you truly wished
for the time, you'd have it.
Creation is not a choice, it's a burden,
it's a crick in your neck that must be cracked
an addiction, a drug.
You don't find the time,

you make the time.
You sit awake in the morning just
writing
writing
and pray it's okay.
If it's useless you just...

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