I thought a poem was seeking
to be born, fully-formed like
Athena from the head of Zeus,
but as I sat down, flexed my
fingers before the keyboard,
and then looked at the blank
screen before me, the coalescing
thoughts sublimated, the poem
waiting to be birthed went
to the Limbo of the unborn.
12.-15.03.2024
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