Ink spills on sandy sheets of paper,
Shifting in dunes and reams.
Pens playing across grains and
Slipping from shape to shape.
Words are unfound.
Elusive and tricky,
Like a game of clumsy cat
And quiet mouse.
I've lost a muse
And gained a blockade.
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