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on a rush, man,
trying to gush out the poetry
that can just fucking crush, man.

pardon the panic,
but I feel like the moon has just now aligned
to high-tide my madness.

and washed over,
the sand that once buried demands
aching to be unearthed,
will dissolve…

…til my resolve is exposed
to sunlight
where it can grow
and run right into the clouds that,
saturated,
explode with a poem…

             raining down stanzas…

                          drenching the world…