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It's strange,

writers-block.

I know it's there.

All of it,

lurking beneath the surface of

'something'.

Won't/can't break.

Flurries, flutters, falls...

feverish temperament that raps at my head.

Pick me, pick me

But I can start writing,

and I don't pick them.

I fail.

I fall.

I completely lose track

of

what

it

was

I thought of

in the first place.

Off tangent.

Off the mark.

Off of this world.



For now,

must grasp what glitters.

Or fades.

For it may vanish

before it even started.