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A placid stage an empty pen the darkness lightens a blank page a twitching pen oversees selecting the moment to absorb alluring the inspiration disentangling thy thought marginalising the common prose normalising whats abnormal speculating on even odds visualising the nameless stretching our minds initiating the neuronal storm linking the concepts harmonising the differences charging the cells exposing feelings sedating our peaks calming the waters stoking the potency waiting for the first sweat drop   a conjunctional licence is awarded t's are uncrossed dreams are laid bare the pen starts to move the writer is admonished a frisson of creation exhilaration of the chase in fruition the seed unlocked the thoughts of mankind and as one with the page now a link to our past the pen at last starts to gush the page speaks of its self the words outlive the thoughts the page awaits a purveyor placed with others of a similar nature
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
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A placid stage an empty pen the darkness lightens a blank page a twitching pen oversees selecting the moment to absorb alluring the inspiration disentangling thy thought marginalising the common prose normalising whats abnormal speculating on even odds visualising the nameless stretching our minds initiating the neuronal storm linking the concepts harmonising the differences charging the cells exposing feelings sedating our peaks calming the waters stoking the potency waiting for the first sweat drop   a conjunctional licence is awarded t's are uncrossed dreams are laid bare the pen starts to move the writer is admonished a frisson of creation exhilaration of the chase in fruition the seed unlocked the thoughts of mankind and as one with the page now a link to our past the pen at last starts to gush the page speaks of its self the words outlive the thoughts the page awaits a purveyor placed with others of a similar nature
who knows what comes first the instinct or the construction of our ephemera? Sparked by another poem where beauty was valued. Here deconstructing the uniqueness of the page. Tried to consider the pages perspective and the links to the final poem development.
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
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