#POETRY: A Writer’s Muse

It’s crawling;
But moving.

It’s hot;
Still burning.

If the flesh won’t let it breathe,
Then don’t let it make sense.

It’s not about intellect;
It’s a J. K. Rowling in progress.

Hold still;
It’s drawn;
Coming;
Touching;
Feeling;
And getting better.

If you missed that dummy version;
Just let the cat outta’ that bag.

(C) 2014, Prosper B. Wealth.

ATTENTION: You are free to distribute this work as is. You are not permitted to edit it or re-write it or correct a single word in it.

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