Electric-white dust surrounds,
like never-ending, blank stationary
littered with frozen syllables
tinged the color of silence;
I'm looking to puncture
the frigid inactivity of my brain -
shuddering, it resists attempts
to prod productivity…
Perhaps it’s waiting for the detonation,
an emotional impetus to crack the skull
so the avalanche of words can finally spill out...
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