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The poets well
The poet dips his bucket of thought
Into the well of invading darkness,
Thirsting a spark of eternal light
He drinks from his own reflection
But the consumption is just a taste
Of that void of inspiration
Where the fires ease and waste
Before his true conception.
poem
by
Mark Heathcote
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