As an attempt to expand beyond creative exercises that are familiar to me... I somehow got motivated to write. Writing is typically outside what I consider to be one of my strengths-- but I decided to give it a shot. Of course nothing came to me until the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep,.. and just lie there wondering,.. thinking, those random things that come to you on the
edge of slumber (these just about life, health, the time we have here on this planet, life as we {think} we knkow it). Like many creative ideas, thoughts and things-- they're really not tied to a schedule : )
I'm not sure if this is considered to be a poem or not, but this is what I came up with.
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