A thought

No art really today, only rest...but here is a poem for art's sake. Because I love and miss writing and hope one day to write a long, winding novel about some nonsense or the other...
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I stain the water black

Write upon the hills with wind tempests

Pen soliloquies backwards with the nub of my pen

Brushed from underneath shadowed D-  

I linger

Upside down, righted only for a breath—

Dancing limp in willow froth

Because

Sea foam stills so quietly when

thunderous voices roam.

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Thought: 

In my heart there are only mazes

That wish to be a path of stars

For your feet to walk on

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In other news, tutorials to come! =D