Darkness engulfs me (almost) as I fiddle
with the graphite in my pencil.
I stare at it as if I’m expecting it to levitate.
And then I turn my attention to my spoon
in my tea, and I stir it around
with a ding, ding, ding as it bangs
against the mug, splashing the golden liquid
on my paper leaving an orange-ish stain.
I get a new sheet and begin my poem—Darkness engulfs me…
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