Pen is running as
spark as think
(that's why I hate cluttering typing)
hard to chase its
magical ball-point
unstoppable
as my mind parade -
to halt is catastrophic
word-clotting blockade
a verse-phrase forgotten
is a treasure-lost stampede
leads later a tragic mental sane
let it loose
let it flows
as the ink will dry up
so is my breathing end
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