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The Three a.m. Burst

I was woken in the early hours of this morning
by an overwhelming mental burst.
My mind bombarded me with random words
and compelled me to write poetic verse.

Words were branded upon my thoughts,
like initials on the hide of a steer.
But then strings of words in a jumbled mess
in different colours began to appear.

Like calculated numbers, words fell into place
adding their value to the score.
Another sentence brought another verse,
which begged for even more.

By breakfast time the burst was over,
the words had been laid to rest.
Several pieces of paper had been filled,
and my mind had been freed from stress.

poem by Orlando Belo
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