Where notions lead we follow
like lemmings to the ledge
and upon inspiration we borrow
against all bets we hedge
our thoughts now born in sorrow
whose depths have known the dredge
of a search now for the morrow
as we stand along the edge
as always, wordsy "a thin trail of whispers
across a wandering mind
faint flashes of fantasy
that I often find
merely jaded shadows
of who I used to be
they fill with words, my pages
for all the world to see"
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