Flow
This morning
I woke up
In a flow state
Which is great
Except the flow
Is not gentle
It's fast
Almost violent
With the thoughts
Crashing into one another
Battering perfect phrases
Into fragments
Disparate
And unrecognizable
As coherent ideas
But there is beauty
In this chaos
The truth
Of my heart
Tumbling
In the tumult
And here I am
Running after it
Let's see
What I can catch
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