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Every day I would write
like a primal scream,
seizing the pen like a form
of violence – in silence.

I would marvel at how
my hand moved as
though possessed by
a whirlwind over letters

of sand, falling into a
configuration, like
components falling from
the sky, landing fully

formed. I was working
on extensive stories,
training my mind to pick
up yesterday’s energy

at will, in order to infuse
into today, which I
found to be quite challenging,
but spoke to the potential

of the mind.  I didn’t miss
one day, having made a
silent pledge with myself,
and taking such things

Deathly serious…

I can see myself in windows -

With the pen a universal:

Rain Sleet Snow.
Written by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
Published
Author's Note
Extension of "To Soar With Eagles".

Was thinking about that time,
and how a new style started to evolve, like a butterfly effect.

BMT.

It was an idea that just resonated with me,
even though...

I just...  Wasn't totally shore
that this style would ever be realized.

I had no intention to
write more poetry.

Then finding this site...

And encountering the beings here...

Has impacted and inspired me
on such a profound level...

Just...

Thinking about the writing.
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