Confusion of Writing

This is when confusion arises.
When poems flow into one another
Until you cannot see where one ends
And the other begins.

The problem stars when you find
That notebooks are too small
To allow for a page per poem,
And so you must improvise.

It begins when creativity
Is no longer in your head alone,
But escapes through a pencil
Onto the pages.

That is when you know
That you must buy
A bigger notebook.

The End

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