As my mind grinds
Working words into rhymes,
I lose track of time
And as I use them to define,
The nature of my thoughts that I wind
Into a tense wire primed,
To explode in conjunction with synchronised signs
To which other people seem to be blind,
The end result is what you find
Written here for all to see and sculptured by my own design.
fauxcroft 
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