The years piled up silently

Dusty Skills in the wake

Then the ideas flow and the limits recede

A sharpened pencil that found me

Pain and loss in a college-ruled sheet

A glimpse of my inner voice speaks with anticipation and intrigue

Right there where it was hidden

My worst enemy had my eyes

Slowed down refusing to bend

Refusing to depend on time

Impatiences is desire’s crutch




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