Inpiration

I smitten me down with
a thunderbolt that deafens,
Hearing not all other calls
than this lightening fast idea that
now rocks me to the bottom.
This one spot of light
That now shines bright from this blacked out stage,
Bestows its urgency upon me and
hastily beckons me to its calling.
All other calls, secondary but become,
And I, smitten down by
a thunderbolt in a haste post haste,
Are lost in this but a single spotlight of inspiration
That now I hold.
Until the logical conclusion come,
Prisoner to it shall I be,
Of it but an inspiration.

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