Drifting in a far off place
I roam the countryside
Seeking wings of thought
Waiting in the blind
Enchanted and transfixed
I am pulled into the still
By a backward ticking clock
Held against my will
Illusions turn to dust
Scatter to the wind
Like dreaming while awake
Signals in the mist
Altered state of mind
Stars in the abyss
Transcending time
Midnight in the garden
Digging for a spark
Where seeds of inspiration
Lie buried in the dark
Attention starts to wonder
As the poet lifts his pen
And the critic from within
Is silenced once again
I roam the countryside
Seeking wings of thought
Waiting in the blind
Enchanted and transfixed
I am pulled into the still
By a backward ticking clock
Held against my will
Illusions turn to dust
Scatter to the wind
Like dreaming while awake
Signals in the mist
Altered state of mind
Stars in the abyss
Transcending time
Midnight in the garden
Digging for a spark
Where seeds of inspiration
Lie buried in the dark
Attention starts to wonder
As the poet lifts his pen
And the critic from within
Is silenced once again
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