the cursor sneers at me,
dancing, flickering, nictitating,
doing anything but p r o g r e s s i n g.
blankness taunts my abstractions,
forever locking the words that swarm my mind,
away,
away,
away
into the abyss of forgetfulness.
inspiration’s transient presence
mocks
when a vault of expressions
begs
to be poured into physical form.
nonetheless, write !
until the cursor becomes blurry with aimless movement,
and the emptiness becomes dotted with emptier words,
for inspiration will never be kind enough to strike,
a spark will never appear to light a fire.
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