Words bind us to verse, the worst part is held hostage to truth, a fluid rhyme dislodged, loose

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Trap door tremors -

pull up on the handle

and see what bellows

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Charmed, I'm sure, she said through gritted teeth, anger at his interruption buried barely beneath

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I've a predictable tendency to drift, upon reading,

as if I'm needing rest from immersion inside of a text

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A soft container of feathers and fluff -

the stuff of dreams

Enough to keep these thoughts at bay:

Now, perchance, to sleep

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Dawn's arriving - night turning knobs on the lights of day - as I write you here, in delightful limbo, wandering in ink, gathering words I've not yet found ways to say

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Sound bleeds through the magnetic reel of a banged-up four-track tape machine

We were too busy pushing buttons on a song to worry about audio spills, in-between

Rewinding the cassette, remixing all the levels lost for hours inside the labyrinthine

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At the heart of avocado, mango, mangosteen, lychee, cocoa, or the rubber tree - the recalcitrant pip refuses to be coaxed into saving, behaving instead in opposition to the orthodox seed

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(with information help from Wikipedia)

Before the coffee, my writing brain, it barely even functions

I'm like a train stalled on Schoolhouse Rock, without the sung conjunctions

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Juggling ideas before the rise of sun

the day today has not yet begun;

a premature awakening

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