My mind a jumbling mass.
Words are there but will not come out.
Not like fishing this task of mine.
A culmination of preparation and documentation,
along with the salutation and utilization of poetic imagination
is being hindered by the immobilization and inactivation
and confounded debilitation and inebriation of the artistic cortex.
Hence the inability for demonstration or minor exemplification to create.
My only explanation having much fabrication without imagination
is one favoring lack of identification of, collaboration with, attention to,
and least of all personification with and gratification for any word, leaving me blank.
No longer having consideration for further modification of the lines on this page,
as I now possess the disinclination for the illustration of poetry.
On to relaxation!
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