I am the spark of inspiration
I dream the stars of the galaxy
into being.
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Sometimes when the mood is right
I will take a wrong turn on purpose,
and allow myself to get a little more lost
on winding back roads.
Not knowing where I am is part of the thrill.
My eyes, drunk with joy.
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My heart is like a glacier
slipping down the mountain
seeking the solace of the sea.
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Inside my heart is a field of darkness,
mist rising from the folds of the hills,
Seeking the blue throat of the sky,
to quench its prodigious thirst.
It becomes the hawk guarding the chickens.
It beats its wings against the cruel morning,
Seeks flight on the far horizons
where clouds hide the gathering storm.
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