babbling on and on,
yadda, yadda, yadda.
my fingers are on fire,
they bleed at the tips.
my seat is warm from sitting
so long.
there is so much to do,
and yet here i am, at it.
pounding away at the backlit
keyboard at three a.m.
i'll go back to bed in a few
minutes. i just need to get
this one more thing down,
and then i'm done, done until
morning. but done for now.
maybe something constructive,
structured, and poetic
will arrive soon. we'll see.
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