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I’ Museless


Forces rise to stay the syntax,

another trip around the block.

Elusive concepts avoiding climax,

another tick on a timeless clock.

~

I sit and stare as words come worthless;

no one cares if the photo’s nice.

Feeling expectant, yet remaining birthless,

verbiage’s umbilical tight; wrapped twice

~

Syllabically strangled and tongue is tied

prosaically entangled while lacking in luster.

Poetically challenged and magnified

by few hackneyed lines managed to muster.

~

Still  forging ahead against the grain,

regardless of outcome continue to scribe.

Ink spills sloppy, but all the same,

for the sake of  words, risking diatribe.

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