sometimes in a brief burst
my slow fingers
outpace my ancient laptop
and I am typing blind
working without a net
the words caught up
in the time/space continuum
ones and zeroes waiting in line
in the mysterious recesses
underneath the keys
I keep typing
until the thoughts stop
then watch the cursor
catch up
wait for it
the words are always there
in the space between
the unconscious
and the conscious
I just need to keep going
keep trusting
keep trying
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