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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required gently before me on a desk, or a table rests the means to enable me to craft a new fable to run and leap like the sable a squirrel scampering upon a gable to perch on high level with the treetops even with the dew drops before they appear on leaves and grass and as the moments pass above the uncouth, the crass, with aplomb and class to perch on high not a computer, monitor, or screen but a single piece of white paper, pristine, clean and a pencil, or a pen this is one of my favorite things, always available again for me to clutter up with poetry, it's a religeous experience, maybe a sin to perch on high, and then, to fly above this work of still life, a pregnant moment, this glory how do i get across to a mere animal like many of we the potential, the opportunity, the act of creation the pantheon of art, intellect, and creativity, the nearly divine relation of a pencil, or pen, and one single piece of paper, the correlation of inspiration, asperation, imagination, an elations flirtation with all of creation, and even with the Creater, all the world and history all possible, sometimes, probable, once in a while, we'll get to Be, creatively this mere human being, this mammal, this fallable and maelable man may one day be as close to God, as, say, a squirrel, a sable, a dog or a cat created as perfect as God intended, then staying that way us? this world is sick and evil, faded, jaded, and peopled with egos based entirely on waste, differences of taste being better than, largely by plan, and lies, by intention and ignorance, like flies i was perched on high, minutes ago, almost (computers, phah!) there is a certain amount of gratification in crumbling up a piece of paper when faced with the fact, that what i've created is trash getting another one setting it down setting a pencil or pen on it and starting over. perfectly. gently. what is that moment? to fly perfection, and me, trying to be, to become, to create, really, it seems everything i write or draw is a waste of time it was perfect before i picked up the pen, now look what i've done! delete? phah! can you think of a title, a word that defines the moment described? p.s. i am ussually surrounded by malevolent cretins, nobody on this site is a mere animal, my apologies if you are!
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