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He trusted that writer’s block was just a lull and searched for his pen

Ink had dried for some time and his worn mind scratched for words

A lullaby or even a tristich would do if an epic eluded his triste drought


Anything to get words into motion once more before sadness set in

Yet he stared at blank pages and paused before stitching up muse

Silence was alchemy in disguise and inner voices shouted lost causes


Three lines were stuck in the fountain and his quill would not scribble

Mute and depleted he scrabbled congested emptiness into lost letters

But drawn by invisible spells sentences woke from catatonic displeasure 


The flood gates opened and Atlantis surfaced from sunken slumber

An underworld of forgotten allusions sprouted eluviation in reverse

Emptiness meta-morphed into congestion on a once silted river


Streams of consciousness cascaded above cesspools of tidal return

Waterfalls seemed to rise from stagnant illusions of frozen arrest

Soft water in veins of calcified drowning emerged on the surface


As he mended confusion seams repaired forgotten hem’s dreams

Poet he was still is and will be and he exhausted himself yet again

Three stitches of past present and future and sanity basted aloud



15th February 2020

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