stared
at a piece of paper thinking
thinking
about what I wanted to write
write
about dreams and my fantasies
fantasies
like my realities
realities
of infinite numbers
numbers
of syllables per lines
lines
of iambic penta- what the
the whole thing is confusing
confusing
but not impossible to do
do
you get a sense of deja vu
deja
vu we've done this before
before
you walk out that door
door
of my imagination opened
opened
wide and spilling into my mind
my
mind couldn't wait to share
share
nothing I froze and just stared
Copyright©2015
by Patrick B Vince
Loop Poem
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