There is movement on my keyboard
I get the feeling change is ripe
I’ve scribbled too much rhymey stuff
I think I’ll change the way I type
To begin with I could write the end
To give me trails I might pursue
Or perhaps I’ll start in Medias Res
Where in between I follow through
Creativity my potential quest
Imagination drives each scene
That clarifies and underlies
The kind of aftermath I mean
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