Tablets

I receive an insight,

A trace of recognition in my heart,

And then I feel the pain,

Bubbling withing as melted glass.

I reach out,

Embracing the point in the vein of time.

Lost…

I am away from my work,

Too far from my soul.

Despondent, like a mother away from her young.

The time ticks, slowing.

Then it comes: a surge of inspiration.

And my last breath leaks into the air.

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