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if you could see in the spectrum of desperation

when you watched me at my desk

you would be witness

     to the roots growing from my ankles

     to my withered spirit screaming over my shoulder

     to the crushing white void called the blank page    

     to the unholy Anti-Muse breaking my imagination’s fingers

you would see the chaos in the writer’s stillness


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