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how often ,have I stood 
on the edge 
of quiet madness 
written off 
as just another 
charlatan 
In this world of 
fools-perfection 
persuaded 
that 
the well has dried 
left 
to the elements 
of slow decay 
and yet, 
without warning 
I am reminded 
of its true depth 
its infinite spirit of 
creativity 
flowing freely 
through the veins 
of a glorious pen 
blazing its path 
through a darkened void, 
this glorious light 
of a billion supernovas 
for eternity 
it shall remain 
untouched, untainted 
to You this glory 
I bequeath 
I am humbled, 
yet again…

Humbled