eight lines about making art on weekdays.

Each Idea-
Incubated but as of yet unhatched,
presses thickly against the last one
(wet wool mouth breathed)
until my mind, a funnel,
fills to brimming at the top
leaving my hands down below
dry cracked and scaly with want.

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