Nothing Can Stop Me From Writing These Words

a poem-to-be
arranges scattered letters
into meaning

a poem-to-be
ties up my cerebellum,
takes the reigns
from my brain
without even asking

a poem-to-be
plugs into the ether,
rides joyously over
the parallel tracks
of emotional wellspring
and possibilities

a poem-to-be
guides electricity
through my remote-controlled fingertips
and scribbles a declaration:
I am no longer a poem-to-be

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