I fell into a stream (of consciousness) and drowned.

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Just have to write.
No arguments.
Write.
What to write?
Doesn’t matter.
Just have to write.
This.
And that.
And other stuff.
Just write.
Words.
(Obviously)
Phrases.
Sentences.
Whole ideas.
Or some just barely crunched into a random recognisable shape.

Then pause.

Before continuing.

Or not.

PS This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end.
PPS This is obviously ‘not’ the start. But, it may be a part.
PPPS And it may not be a poem – does that matter, when I consider myself as mad as a hat.

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