in the early morning
I heard an inner voice
whispering a phrase
again and again
till the next one
and the next one
followed
people ask
what inspires you
to write
everything and nothing
actually
at times
a few words reach me
quietly
discretly
suggesting
sometimes
odd words
words I did not remember
or knew I knew
that lay waiting
to come forth
somewhere
in a labile layer
of the mind
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