While waiting for a train of thought
Checking out my action stations
Embroidering those doubtful links
Improving fragile innovations
Tailor making second thoughts
By rearranging what occurs
In the light emerging from the night
Extracting essence out of blurs
Maybe somewhere in the thick of it
I’ll pan a trace of golden seams
A striking balance of refined asides
Each made to measure loop convenes
So right away I aim to write away
Let flow my all and sundry bursts
A game of jigsaw words that fit
Recycled shapes in forms reversed
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