No get back to it lad.
Lets begin again.
Together we write.
Always thinking of the reader.
Or the assessor as we may call it.
I work into a worry.
Does not help.
So I will write.
Something is twirling.
The pen does its course.
It moves the path.
Interruption has occurred.
I am now home alone.
I like it this way.
Sitting in the studio.
No noise bar outside.
Relax into...
having trouble keeping the rhythm again.
My hand controls the marker.
My ticker doing the conducting.
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