2:41 am it is
and I'm awake
digging deep
in my poetry.
I just realised
a wonderful thing
I didn't choose poetry,
poetry chose me.
No matter what mind dictates,
in my heart I know mind is stupid.
Words sooth, scream
and even sing as I command.
I have a magical wand
and I have a magical potion,
after the magic happens,
the residue is poetry.
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