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Awake! Awake!
No longer asleep.
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Awake! from a long night
of feverish fit.
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My head just kept spinning,
my body a heap.
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Awake! from a long dream I had just had.
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The lines couldn’t last,
and words wouldn’t keep.
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Awake! from a nightmare
that was driving me mad.
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A self wrought poem!
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Scrolling and changing
the context above,
each line I moved down,
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– Each time I moved down! –
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the former was gone.
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A nightmarish task,
no labor of love,
something’s so terrible
and horribly wrong.
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I could not continue
the way things occurred,
the content all changed,
the meaning all blurred.
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A changing poem,
a computer script?
Scribed by a hand,
something self-writ.
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Not my poem!
Yet my poem!
I had authored it.
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Recursive Revision
was mandating it.
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Recursive Revision,
the nightmarish fit!
.
.
.
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Copyright © 2012 Marvin Loyd Welborn. All Rights Reserved.
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 
at first, i thought it was the dog dreaming, and was having the recursive shakes dogs have when they dream, then i realized it wasn’t the dog. 😦 or maybe it’s a poetry writing dog. now that would be cool.
oh that sounds familiar…ha…i like…on some poems you labor hard and the output is just not satisfying…others are written in a few minutes…but guess that’s how it is sometimes…you nailed the struggle with your words..with your words..smiles
Very active Narrative. The tone and language suits the theme well