Waiting

Ideas slip

Gracefully from one’s head

To their fingertip

A bead of rain

A drip of sweat

A muse’s tearful plea

To not forget again

Just as the pen

Addresses the page

The bead of thought drips

Lost in the freefall

Vapor before it hits

And so I sit

Waiting for it to rain again…

Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.

Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. -Psalms 100:3

"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"

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