The Spirit drips so golden from the Still.
Persistent as a beating heart.
Oh that my words would learn the part
To be as constant as my will
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The irony of a finely crafted work of art whose subject is a lack of inspiration. Nobly done, good sir.
Thanks, Neal. I don't think I've read any of your poems but I shall correct that omission today!