First I stood on one foot and then on the other.
I never did find out on which one I felt the better.
So, then I tried to lean with my right side on the wall.
I shifted to the left side of my body and that was all.
How can a person who is sitting on a writer's block
Go inside of his head and pull an idea out of stock?
Ideas are always teeming, streaming and flowing.
It is the breath of Spirit that just isn't blowing.
So here I sit, first on one cheek then on the other
Never really comfy neither on the one nor on the other.
It is never easy to sit and invent tergiversations
And it is sinful to manufacture and weave prevarications.
Rather than stress my cerebral synapses into bifurcation
I turn to the jubilation, exhilaration and satisfaction
Of turning to celebrating relaxication through horizontalization
While praying for the tantalization
Of matutinal revivification.
While praying for the tantalization
Of matutinal revivification.
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