only knowing
one or two
reading many
hearing some
it becomes my
meditation
how many just
sit and write
for hours with
no plan
no idea where
one thought
will lead to an
endless flurry
all starting
from blank page
blank mind
some may have
found a muse
or a situation
that they become
through words
sometimes I think
I know
and then I don’t
know
which end is up
when it comes
to the poets…
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