Currents of thought
Constringed
Midnight churnings
Pressure building
To a crescendo
Of creation
Swept away
Uncontrollable
Undertows of
Power
Violent winds of
Change
Cascading through
Fingertips
Whirling debris
Scattered thoughts
Plummet to
The page
Flashes of
Brilliance
Torrrential downpours
Of dreamy
Ideas
Flooding the senses
Until
The sun peaks
Through curtains
The writer
Goes to sleep
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