Bad Time

The pencil,
Sharpened and ready.
Fountains,
Bursting to spring forth.
Uncork
The wine- let it flow!
Dried up?
Why is it so?

"Come." I say,
But today it won't.
Pointless
This exercise- I stop.
"But do
Come tomorrow." I implore.
And thus
A whim I chase; an abyss explore.

I'll wait.

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