Tic, tic, tic
Tappety tap tap tap
Crunch
Thunk.
Churning out concepts
Thunking out thoughts
Plunking them onto the page
Beautiful
Raw
Forming
Fleshed out
The words form themselves
As they’re wrenched from the mind
After they’re scribbled
Scratched
Once they emerge
And mold themselves
They mold the mind
That first formed them
Make it question
All it’s known
All it’s done
All it’s made
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