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If You Thought
...you'd be wrong
The ideas I compose in my head
you won’t hear
I’ll sing them a eulogy
to your puzzled face
before they near
one decibel
Mutter soft
raging giant within
Hunker in your cave
with moist walls
amid the faded
ancient scrawlings
unseen, indecipherable
(sometimes, even to me)
musings
dripping stalactites
(icicles of wisdom)
forming labyrinths of libraries
in solace
fall yet
like crystal drops
to dark puddles
waiting to be stepped in
before permafrost.
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