Inspiration is a tease.
Jot it down before it gallops distant.
Saddle up the Mongolian pony.
Poetry is wishful thinking, mainly.
Its risks associated with senility,
give pause to us to reconsider.
Draw, therefore, your blanks. When before a writer's block,
sledgehammer it to pieces or dig a moat around it.
Minimum force is almost always preferable.
Friends and fellow poets, I leave you now to find
the odds and ends of perfect timing, to wander,
the right at birth of restless souls.
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