first audio

i need inspiration
to induce my poems
my brain
gets like, wet sand
clogging seashells
no ocean’s roar
nor anything
to evoke my words
i spent them all
perhaps unwisely
but boredom plays
on my impatience
time drifts away
while i am waiting for that one
that special one
waiting for THE prompt

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