my quill,
eagerly awaits
to be dipped into
the inkwell
of my mind,
bewildered i be
as i sit -
thoughts dangle
like bats
upside down
in this cave of
darkness,
all i hear
is a slight fluttering,
then silence--
as i stare down
upon this
parchment
i see a freshly dug
grave and casket-
hard as i try
\'my muse\';
i cannot exhume~
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