I feel it in me, bubbling up wordlessly, the rhythm of a poem that must be allowed to roam the sound waves of the voices that will read it.
so many things in my life right now seem to be just beneath the surface trying to be born.
the question is how to tap the reserves without an inappropriate mixing of metaphors.
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keep at it? and don't perform til it is right?
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