After a break
Words crawled under my skin
Openly daring my fingertips
I shied away
There was no keyboard
No open document
To record the rhythm
The mind - an endless maze
Of faceless beauty and
Timeless wisdom
Caught in thoughts
Running in circles
Daunted I was
By the task of finding words
Loosely hanging
Of plucking and pruning 'em
To the euphonic beat of the nib
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