Overwhelming streaks electrify private thought.
What wonders will the cryptic maelstrom yield?
Churning turmoil.
Whirling profundity.
I delve,
Disdainfully rebuffing prudent admonition,
And brave the roaring shadows.
The winds strip me to my bones,
And I stand before myself.
Vulnerable,
Yet full of thoughts.
Pondering.
Pondering.
Strain thins me.
Lesser men’s brains buckle,
But mine stands steadfast.
I have the patience
To smugly endure
Intellectual tribulation.
And finally the beauteous form appears.
My one true love before all others:
Inspiration.
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