so many titles never consummated
just insignias for a blank slate
clear and fresh as untrodden blankets of snow
so many ideas deprived of the follow up
simple phrases left shimmering without elaboration
raw foods never doctored into the once destined gourmet meal
the moment arises
the time has come, hesitated...
and gone.
become intrigued, aware, yet
elusive of the pen
contemplative, curious, yet
passive
the moment passes.
languid hands
barely flex an expressive muscle.
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