Waiting for a thought to materalize,

Which seems to be slow in happening.

Yet I ponder deeply to grasp it.

Yet it seems to elude me at all turns.

I will theorize in a different vain.

Where new thoughts will supplant old.

Grasping at the first thought. I succeed

In creating dozens of new ideas.

I shall take the wisdom of the new,

And from it create a special logic.

Ideas so fresh and different,

They surprise this poet no end.

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