The blender
of a few well placed
electrical discharges
in our underutilized brains
is where inspiration
dances unrestrained
Creations of virgin purity
immaculately unstained
by doubt bombs
of internal and external scrutiny
The blueprint always
displays perfection
If only we could live
in this secure womb
of abstract excellence
Instead we gotta endure
these broken implementations
that perpetually leave us wanting
Forever seeking
the next future
unfulfilled inspiration
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