He was able to see if he could see,
But it wasn't an exercise in intelligence or common sense
Writing a blurb on the upcoming verb,
Visualizing a sentence productively brief and to the point, with conviction,
Remembering how it sounds before forgetting,
The tone of his own musings keeping him company
Sparing himself by saving the rhetoric,
Rescuing what's been created while in turn savoring what's worthwhile
Refusing to let a few sour notes ruin the entire composition,
As anything good that was possible simply kept going to a satisfying completion
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