Hardened like stone

After being forever stoned
And gritted my teeth
In disbelief;
The brain
Had refrained
From thinking,
But can it be retrained
After going insane?

To sustain
The shining mind

Abstain to
The production
Of flashing, sparkling words –

Once lost it all
Hardened like granite
Trapped like a cretin
Standing like a muttering
At a literary convention
Mouth open,
But nothing to say

The magic came back
I don’t know
Or why
But I thanked
The earth
And kissed
The somber sky.

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