Lost in the fringe of the mind
A black spot remains unidentified in the fray
A hole through which escapes everything creative
Slipping away into a giant puddly void
Where it collects on the fingertips in a single dew drop
And tastes of disappearing innocence and forgotten memories
This abyss is where originality was first conceived
When the very first artist drew his first breath
And humanity discovered the value of pondering
The beginning of life and the meaning of the heavens
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