Untitled #2
Touching the surface, scraping the bottom
For every inch of inspiration I may grasp
My words, my rhetoric no longer have meaning
These pieces I’ve written yearn for deeper worth
Plunging my hands in the promise of validity
I sprinkle my paper with confirmation
Envision the giant that disturbs my mind
I release him and sleigh my inhibitions
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