in the early morning hours
before light replaces dark,
my thoughts come alive,
nurtured by a womb-like
environment that prevents
any violations of my
fragile mental innocence,
as strings of energy map
out an idea that might have
been generated years ago,
but had been pushed into
a corner when bullies on
the other side assured me
their idea was indeed better.
20April14
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