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By jamesaguiar - Posted on 22 January 2010

words pop from my brain like corn
spilling on the page
as if free, now, at long last.
meaning struggles with meter
attempting to give
reason without rhyme perhaps,
sense to senseless act in time
concept from nowhere
lending nothingness structure.
creation is like that, yes!
acts without purpose
derive, become on their own.

 

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