mixing phrases in a pinch
gilded in gold, inch by inch
brewing bottles of potions
mirrors of thoughts and notions

casting pearls, chasing shadows
with cupid’s own winged arrows
held fast, pure, by twilight’s youth
grains of wisdom, leis of truth

bemused, stuck, battling a wall
taming monsters, ten feet tall
handcuffed by noisy chatter
dancing with old grey matter

sifting thoughts, dark brew sipping
tossing words, pebble skipping
eyes on the noose, hung up high
as another day goes by

lost perhaps, still hard-wired
in poetry, inspired

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