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The pages turn swiftly on words
gathered like stones
over the years and lost hours
Inspiration waits with breath
bated, while the poet
drunkard balances on one foot
Until the tremors subside
the writer either falls
or stumbles forward one line
A poet must reach for sanity
but also presage a text, a reader
and a world more humane
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Author: Robert Waugh
Robert Waugh administers this website in his spare time. He is currently writing 75 novels most of which are in a stage of non-completion which straddles the line between real and imaginary. Robert defines his work as a form of magical realism in which words are merely a convenience that he occasionally provides for his readers who are, like the author and his characters, merely conceptual.
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