The default mode
Network never
Shuts down enough
When trawling poems
For poetic
Inspiration,
But read some news
Or overhear
Some scrap of talk,
Digest dense prose,
And then something
In the dungeon
Stirs in its chains,
And the whole house
Shudders, then tilts.
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