Inky tresses
Curls of black
Fluid messes
Loose and slack
On the border
Of one's thoughts,
Out of order
Once they're caught
Sections rife
With loose notation
Breathing life
And inspiration
Words continue
In their time
Every sinew
Every line
Pages rough
With pulpy teeth
Pulling curtains
From beneath
When successful
How few notice:
Words impressive—
Never quoted.
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