To Be
Inspiration is scarce
I like the way the screens
Reflect our hollow souls
It lets me see the dwindling
Stars in their eyes
But I guess if you asked me
I find Inspiration
(that guy is hard to find)
In the way a dewdrop settles
quiet, crystalline,
On the petal of a rose
And the possibility of a bated breath.
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