Searching depths of intelligence, forging inventive words,
melting them into prose begetting of literature.
Tossing away thought with careful ingenuity, watching it
fall into sentences that beckon maturity on earthly sands.
Manufacturing conscious details, made from pretend,
coagulating and juicing them onto slices of tantalizing
sense.
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