the many points on paper shed
a life's addled grey matter drawn
the substance he beckons to have read
a fore life's solid matter matter flown
the conjured ideas contests bring
all the schmaltzy addled chatter
many light bulbs are a dancing
to tongues of core and matter
I put captured ideas to paper
stirring alive with every stroke
to find the day I, the victor
the title of writer's note
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