something of the poet in me
asks by what right i inscribe these words?
from where does
the inspiration pour?
and for whom are these
words intended?
unable to answer
these minor quandaries,
i ponder if i might just
halt at this fault
or write on,
should i falter
on my halt.
but i write on for sanity's sake.
asks by what right i inscribe these words?
from where does
the inspiration pour?
and for whom are these
words intended?
unable to answer
these minor quandaries,
i ponder if i might just
halt at this fault
or write on,
should i falter
on my halt.
but i write on for sanity's sake.
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