this blank page before me
provides a challenge so true
to define thoughts unspoken
refine shaken rules
ponder ability, shake my fist
at first thought...
jiggle paradigms, think of
pantomimes-
wonder at heinous crimes
of the heart, of the mind
of the soul, of all kinds
realize the effortless flow of a pen
begin the next line
idealess again
the flow comes together
only requiring an inkling
outside starlight twinkling
mating fireflies blinking
grey storm clouds sprinkling
and all i have left of a feeling so cosmic-
a wondrous feeling
of soft, slow moving
flight - is the belief
that sometime it had all been a dream
a really simplistic
almost effortless thing
...and outside a rain drop leaves
the tip of a leaf
to settle now snugly
on me
underneath
--freestylin', april fraze, 28 jun 1999
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