I need to inspire
the other side of that gets visited often
the revelation. the fire. the inspiration. the process.
The hidden author in office writing impossibly posthumous.
A cryptic gothic. A carcass, carving out columns of nonsense.
scrap a page, leave crease. Toss it blank, beat the need.
Not a soul is in sight that may delight in a piece.
Smooth it out, feel the canvas. grooved, lumpy and damaged.
Try to finish. To manage. such an awfully laid habit.
Hope to lay a way in vain for posterity's gain
Not a damn day youll claim for your sanitys sake
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BIRDHORSE 8-15
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