Sat to write the poem
of the century.
Adulation would be mine.

The poem had other plans.

It grabbed the pen and
continued furiously.

Words rose off the page,
helix-twisting window
out to dank wet-leave
paths, bifurcating at
each wavelength, still.

I could only follow.

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