Writing late, no coffee
Scatter thoughts around you,
plucking them out of the air
into your mind.
Scatter the notebooks,
textbooks,
pages of half-eaten ideas
and bare words.
Strike a match,
then
sieve through the ashes,
but blow them back
in the face of Fate,
transient and ineffable
as decay;
slim bursts of inspiration
meeting death best foot forward
again
and again.
Break everything.
Scatter your life,
blow it in the air in words,
Erasure never saves,
so re-create, unjumble
if you dare
where words wore thin
before, and
don't despair.
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