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Hardly has the rain begun
Then the minds shoot comes to bud--
Pithy energy starts
At the skulls base before spreading
Forward to the temples and pupils,
The fledgling life delicate
And tenuous as a rainbow.

Slowly, with the uneven creep
Of starting-to-cool lava
Each minute finger unfists itself,
Haemorrhaging purples and blues as it goes:
More and more and more and more
Colour bursting into existence
Until a violence of yellow is revealed,
Smash in the centre.

No matter how many days weigh down
On this, my minds freshest bloom,
The sepia-wilt of time passing will not rob
Its' brilliance or exuberance-
Its air no summer breeze nor enemy
Winters gusting, rather my own senses fed it
And now capture it in constant genesis,
Never to be destroyed,
Never really having existed.

My fight gainst writers block.