Rustling in the fringes
A flash of indiscriminate color,
A glimpse of the quirk of a mocking smile,
Opening out and spreading
Silence seeping in, then saturating.
Nowhere to be seen,
But I feel it,
Blending with the surrounding scenery.
The Thought hides
and I wait, poised and expectant
for Inspiration to leap and strike.
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