I used to be a fount
A source from which flowed the finest of prose
A never-ending flow of vivid imagery
Used to be
Lately
My spring has been the quiet drip-drip-drip of a well running dry
Why?
Has my pen lost its edge
This well-springed source seemingly has been sprung
As if someone tapped in and pulled it all in another direction.
Dimension? Causality?
What happened to the inner poet within me?
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One tear…
One tear falls
drips
Orbits the moon
Drops down
into the cosmic goo
That is us.
We separate, you and I
into beings divine
searching out purpose
seeking out life
It only takes one tear
to make a tidal wave
One tear to break apart
a house of cards
a house of hearts.
A title wave
of a grander kind
full of hidden meanings and secret doors
Where the right tear
might just be the key
you didn't even know you possessed.
Like diamonds,
they fall.
One
by
one.
Catch it.
Drip
drop
drown.
One tear.
