Untitled Work
I feel as if I am in anticipation
of a thing that does not exist
it is a mere hope
a shred of dreams.
The thoughts of it are
overwhelming
me
Cloud and obstruct
the take me from my tedium
they embody a perfection
a flawed one at that
the penultimate achievement
my opus
my masterpiece
and my muse.
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