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The Day Of The Slug
As I liken my pen to the slow moving slug
Inching its body across the ground
So it is with poetic thought
I wish to flow
From this mind
That once formed words in leaps and bounds
Now, not once a day
Or even as often as weekly
My creativity hides itself
As the slug, in the cold
oh so quietly sleeping
I am this slug..
At the mercy of a greater being
Standing over me with a handful of salt
Dries up my thoughts..
The third eye, crusty and blind
Left to this painful unseeing
I wait with abated breath
Slow and calculated
Knowing down deep
Not long will I creep and crawl
The butterfly within
Will take flight, again
Soon forgetting these times
When I was unable to see, think or feel at all..
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