It’s on it’s way, I’m sure it will come
and when it does I’ll know it.
It may be buried in in a jumble of noise-
competing thoughts, mis-guided musings, slightly off course.
But in between Faulty ideas and despite countless distractions it is
forming before my minds eye.
I see its boundaries still merged with confusion.
It’s guts are taking shape.
An idea born in darkness
Rising from the deep.
It’s here It’s here
It’s there, no it’s here
It’s bad, no it’s good
It’s bad no good.
It’s here
Given time it could be better maybe even great.
Regardless, time is up and it’s on it’ way.
I’m hoping it’s ok.
It’s gone it’s gone
It’s gone
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