Thursday, April 16, 2020

Abstract Living Ideas

Everything you write
 is just one more brick in the wall
  Numbers exist
whether we discovered them 
    or not
The story is real
     even if you forgot
The writer is a tool
 an instrument, a fool
I typed one word
and the story wrote itself
--The Muse is alive and well
It is
while you are nought

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