This broken world awaits, with barely a single moment to waste, so come, make haste - keep faith

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Words written, secret, etched in by design,

fingers running over ragged cuts, a reading touch -

a sign of the times

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An invisible world of its own moves below me

teeming with insects scuttling and scurrying to flee

here, in the underneath of the remains of this tree

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The poet, pauses;

hits the wall, again

every verse - another curse

every word written,

making its way forward, again

It's not easy composing a poem

designed to run against the grain

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Breathe in the air

a delicious taste of cold, crisp morning

something lingering in memory, there

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Night symphony in the garage - the doors open to an impromptu opera of crickets

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Beneath the leaves - Before the snow - Beyond our sight -

Invisible nutrients reset as the soil restores itself in another dormant season

another reason to rejoice the harvest yet to come

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Advertisers long have understood the subliminal

the minimal ways in which they could

embed ideas into design, along the liminal

it's criminal, to get sold something inside a song;

an ear-worm inside your head; it feels so cynical

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The composition spills wide open on the stand before her; the violinist stares

at the jumble of flats, sharps and staccato signs, dynamics, time signatures, and modulating keys

The Maestro believes in making his mark by re-arranging points where sounds intersect

but she feels like a surgeon working in the dark, an artist with a bow, a broken body to dissect

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Unspooled threads from your favorite dress

Our magpie sings, then steals with finesse

Weaving patterns into softened caress

We huddle inside, our safety nest

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