I wanted something beautiful,
A garden of words
Like a slow movement from Mozart—
A timeless moment
Where I could hold my breath
And say, “That is love; that is hope”...
And be changed forever.
Surely from this ocean of knowledge
I can sift one perfect gem,
One hidden note sounding
For the secret listener?
My net draws only “I, I, I”,
And the same old tired drivel.
I should know inspiration
Cannot be bought,
And force only makes
Enlightenment more elusive.
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