• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 08
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She starts out with one idea,
lays down a set of words
in seven neat lines,
but, somehow,
they do not gel.

She turns her thoughts
tries another five lines,
but it’s still not
what she was looking for.

So she goes off
at a tangent;
writing about the fact
that she cannot write
what she wanted,
and suddenly
the layers come together;
there is a pattern
and a poem.