Prying perfect phrases
From the plume
That wishes not to work
Has proved to be a toiling
Experience.
Lately, quite impervious a
Well has left these
Begging leaves parched
Of calligraphic creativity.
Other days, a bowl
Of indigo has overflowed
And choked and mangled
Verticality.
The scarcity of days
When a sure flow
Of dreams and dandelion
Seeds blowing across
A sea of parallel
Opportunities is, sadly,
More than should ever be
Hoped for.
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