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I really tried not to write tonight
but the wind is much too brisk

and the sun is juxtaposed
by some really awesome
clouds superimposed
over a surreal red-blue
light embodied sky

I really tried not to write
but my words insisted

I really tried to avoid
hitting pen to paper
but the ink of my muse
roars through the blood in my veins

through the magnifying glass of my spirit
where everything is clear and defined
and every image is sharp and intense
I could see my footprints in my breath

I tried my best not to write tonight

but the rhythm of the waves
and the vision inside my muse
spoke in pure metaphor and spontaneous meter

demanding my attention
to capture its voice

so I can speak to those who harbor imagination
and share the dreams born through our association