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Each second mocks my fingers
Fluttering, fidgeting tendrils above
Each white fiber crinkles and laughs
Crisp new paper
Staring
Simply
Blank.
Somehow it’s awfully fierce
A flat, contained sheet
Bared to the teeth
Tail whipping to and fro
Somehow it’s strong
Muscles knitted together
Forming a blinding unit
Each corner a spear
Man’s greatest foe
Waiting to be stained
With black imperfect thoughts
Patiently sits there
Staring
Simply
Bored.
A net of puns, refrains and similes
Dash of paradox, mix well with soliloquies
Plot and prose, rhymes and allusion
Recipe for disaster, lost in confusion
Every start starts here
A frosted mirror
One only has to wipe away the cold
And transform the two-dimensional
Into reality, reflections of imagination
Staring
Simply
Mesmerized.
So I begin to write
A gladiator in the flat blizzard
Because of a reward, so sweet and sensuous
To challenge my soul
Construct, destroy, and admire worlds
Each stroke a knife, slicing
Leaving black blood behind on
White fragile flesh.
Empowered by possibility
Staring.
Simply.
Happy.
Happy.
Simply.
Writing.
But today I think I’ll just
Fold each perfect ridge, tearing against my flesh
And watch my train of thought fly away.