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-- There are times,
sometimes moments,
sometimes hours when

every word comes out just right:
every syllable in the precise spot
the timing
impeccable.

Other days are a jumble:
stacks of mismatched syllables
a collection of nonsense;
indecipherable

I sit looking at my disoriented keyboard,
as a blank screen fills up with
clumsy blocks of text,
stanzas with amnesia.

A single keystroke, and the chalk is
erased,
the dust
settles

I pull my hands back
catch my breath and hope for
inspiration, or at least
some patience.

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