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Time unfolds like unconscious writing,

A universe of words

Gathered by the fragile consistence of paper.

A godlike creative process,

Soliloquy and solemn.



I slept while thunderous waterfalls

Flooded narrow sidewalks.

The nervebreaking silence seemed a distant relic,

When dragonflies used to enjoy

The kindness of fading lullabies.



I slept while in the hills

Cities clashed for an obsolete reason,

Betrayal and treason.



I slept while thunderous waterfalls

Came washing over those who lingered,

Hopelessly regarding the marvels of self-demise

What other reason could you otherwise Imagine?



I do not wish to be history s typist.

I wish to be it s writer, not a mere spectator,

And to command a rebellion of stars.

A discreet, yet powerful seduction.

A thespian savoir-faire for whom may learn to dare,

How to conceal such discipline.