This is a moment,
If even that.
A fragment,
of mind lapsing.
It's inspiration,
If even that.
An epiphany,
That has collapsed.
Or, perhaps,
Something referred,
But got deterred.
Mental track derailed.
Some thoughts fail,
Due to what's involved,
One can hope,
To rebuild the trail.
Ahhhhh,
One can guess,
Or just let it go,
To nothing left to sew.
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Michael Gallegos
Hi, I'm a multimedia artist. Writing is one of my interests. Hope to enlighten, inspire, and at least entertain.
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