When
I write my novel then you’ll see
All
that crazy stuff I was going on about
How
the moon hits the water just so
As
the nefarious character appears
Dashes
from shadow to shadow
Like
a whisper and a thought
The
burden of describing and recreating
In
some way never heard
Causes
me to meander my thoughts
Circumnavigate
each situation
See
if a different angle produces a different angle
Or
is it just another side of the same scenario
For
now the character is at a standstill
On
the break of greatness or heart ache
Teetering
and rocking as I procrastinate
And
I know I should let the boulder fall
Perhaps
kill off a character or two
Just
to make it interesting
But
I hope whoever is writing my story will be nicer
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