When the poem barrels through you.

POET

Sometimes you find yourself working in a field, and you hear the thunderous growl of a poem coming towards you over the prairies. You run home as fast as you can, you have to make it to a pen and paper.

Only then you can harness this raw power of inspiration that will jolt right through you.

What if you don’t make it to a pen on time? Perhaps the bone shaking power of inspiration will chase another poet, somewhere, sometime.

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