The Times.

Blank template.

Dark Spaces.

Void of devotion.

Welled up inside.

The arts reside.

Motionless.

Waiting.

Wanting.

For thought or fire.

Misuse.

Lack.

Revelations.

Through the buildings.

Thought you’d admire.

A spilt cup.

The path splits.

Making sense.

Doesn’t mean a thing.

The enemy of my homeland.

The times writ true.

Blamed my pen hand.

For the things you do.

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