Maybe when something stops, something lost in us can be heard."
- Jack Gilbert from poem, A Ghost sings, a door opens.
Write sounds of dissonance and distress. Stop. Write into the silence.
Follow as daylight blends into twilight. Write how darkness prevails.
Alter a memory to find what feels lost. Could you rediscover its essence?
Where do you go when the left lane ends?
Startle into an awakening and hear a becoming.
At the stops, discover your feral spirit.
When the lost appears, let emptiness reveal itself. Write into renewal.
What have you learned?
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