Thanks.
To see what I can't clearly see,
and bested by those more endowed.
Your words sometimes comfort me,
when I don't know what it's all about.
You've given me serendipity at times,
and sometimes only questions.
But one thing is true,
you are all Mothers of Invention.
To take the task at hand,
and produce what I couldn't say.
You are the human experience,
and, sometimes may be dismayed.
My silence is not circumspect,
It's but onerous to our condition.
The continuous plunge,
by that which eludes through fiction.
So brew the mighty verse,
and never be hindered.
Your voice is what we need,
as we are all truly kindred.
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