Part One

The title speaks for itself, I think.

"The creative flow is euphoric."

It is a reflection

that you seize to deny.

Once the pieces fall,

and the work begins,

it becomes an aphrodisiac.

Addicting,

passionate,

spiritual,

enticing.

Irony steps in as the intention

that is never identical to the result.

There is no expected result.

The End

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