Another Way is tap the flow within,
New start to key into mind's prompt at hand.
Open source on course is rubber band
That self expands while meter acts as fin
Harmonic scoring lines. True tunes begin,
Extend themselves, as tiny drops of sand
Ring timeless bells, upon life's paper land
With assonance, alliteration's twin
Advancing verse as if rehearsed win win
Yet silken spun from intuitions fanned.
To write is soul flight channelled. Understand
Only eyes crossed, tease dotted, dumb deed din
Will heed, find need to seed poetic light.
Rites formal can create freed word worlds bright!
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