The mind, is a curious place
Boxes upon Boxes stacked in a cavern
Trying to find the right one
Stuck, in the caves of the mind
Wandering for hours
Seemingly lost forever
Little black boxes tumbling down on you
A light from the right
Just a thin sliver of light
The cavern is no longer dark
Crashing in the light appears
A bubbling of words forms at the back of the cavern
Then rushing forward they push you out
The cork at the front of the mind released
Words flow onto the page
A new poem formed
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