Reflecting upon my creative stagnation, I
Observe my surroundings for inspiration—
Gathering fragrant bits of dialogue
Earnest whispers betraying vainglorious secrets that
Resound in my imagination

Beginning a new cup of coffee
Almost before finishing the last
Reshaping my consciousness without
Really meaning to
You never know how thoughts are brewed

People all around me don't even know I'm here
Even when I look at them; they've
Never seen me before, and probably
Never will again

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