Creative Practice Day 52
General Summary
My cup is dry
each day a hoarse whisper
that ends with a sore throat
I dove into the well
to pursue that irreplaceable
energy, the inspiration that moves.
The waters of the well fell
and fell and I sit now
on the cracked, warped crust.
One day the waters may return
and here I am
Lying down below
poised to drown
Report Date
20 Dec 2025
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