I am still.
I try to calm other thoughts and encourage this one to develop further,
It obeys me.
I start dictating--no--taking dictation,
It flaunts me.
It must have changed frequencies, I flip through,
It defeats me.
I bungle through the rest of it
Alas, I'm not as accomplished as she.
The two sections are an awkward fit,
Like a forced puzzle.
The former flowed quickly,
Like a mountain stream in Spring.
The latter crept sluggishly,
Irked at movement.
Yet they fit
However awkwardly,
And they stay that way.
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