the next poem

the next poem seems within me

yet somewhere nestled deep

and out the moment of birthing panic

it will finally be free

there is a verse to be sung

that i have yet to know the tune

a melody for every tongue

the light for many like you

the artist's pad may be blank

but energy roars towards fingertips

and soon when all is outloud

the sketch will come to life

and live.

August 15, 2005

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