Writer’s Block

The scent of billions of living things
The flash of a galaxy
In the nighttime sky
Bracing an entire reality in the
Vast spawn of space.

Dreaming of travels down forest paths
Littered with the remnant of
Yesterday’s imagination and creations
That never survived the night.

And a waterfall cascades over the lip
Of a black and horrified cliff
Dashing shards of inspiration into the air.

They flash and spatter, brilliant motes
Of light that could have been so much more.

One day soon I will catch one.

~Jack Gregory~

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