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RE: POETRY | DAY 30 | Stop Making Sense
They could have been words on a page
written in the boldest of blue ink,
instead of a subconscious rendition
of a digitalised conception-
where the filter has acted to prevent
meaning from making herself known.
I love these lines.
Sometimes the words flow, even if i don't know where they are leading (at the time). These lines formed the basis of what was to come. My own subconscious rendition.