This mind is restless-
raising this body
in the night,
to crinkled words
that are thrown down,
on the ground
like food
for animals to eat-
while eyebrows fly away
like exclamation points
crackling beyond
this page and
into this inkwell
a world is completely rinsed
of everyone
fast asleep-
until the first nip of pink
appears in the sky-
dawning recognition
of their existence
as I survive
on vaporous hope of
a few more parallel lines
Writers Block
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