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Whirring Notes

Typewriter keys strum the page, becoming strewn with words

Obeying my hands, obeying my mind.

A rampage of drowning-soot embosses the chalky parchment

Like rain on the roof outside my attic window.

My thoughts rumble out like wild thundercracks

Seeping ceaseless against the page; 

My lingering thoughts roll on

Like rain on the roof outside my attic window.

The dewy breeze through the open glass helps to clear my mind now,

Blowing all thoughts from my head

But the flood of words escapes only onto the delicate surface

Like rain on the roof outside my attic window.

Only words seem to percieve, seem to understand;

Each letter bluntly clatters onto the page.

Only my thoughts seem to listen, while all else resists

Like rain on the roof outside my attic window.