Each day spent tangled
useless line edits
story becomes lost
meaning forgotten
caught up listening
to bad dialogue repeat
wasted wishes
of turning back
inserting cleverly polished words
to spin new outcomes
rarely look ahead
sift through myriad paths
unwritten endings
forget that each day
fresh breath can renew
flat characters
unlock unplot
spin new paths
Endless cycle or hopeful escape? Redlining perpetuates redlining, yet we persist in seeking that flicker of brilliance. Nice stuff, brother.
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