In an attempt not to over-analyze the value of the first blog, I shall post the following poem, which I have composed in approximately 4 minutes . . . (inspired by the frame of mind developed pulling never-ending all-nighters alone with one's own brain) . . . and it's not even titled yet. I'm spontaneous like that.
In the early late-ish hours
Of the morning of the night,
One is led to think of right as wrong
Of what is wrong as right.
The edges of the clearest lies
Become the vaguest truth.
Beware of dawning brilliance
In the dark of sleepless youth.
It's nice to meet you.
Food, figs and a measure of mercy
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