She thought, the skies the limit

Words flowed by the minute

Fingers cramped, eyes blurred

She would not be deferred


Word by word, line by line

She’d finished the job assigned

Until the article took on it’s own

Persona, raging like a supernova


A mushroom cloud of endlessness

Never once becoming directionless



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