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My Talent
sou unfurling as the new-found
key unocks a voice i never knew i had, a song
bursting forth in fluent expression of the
babblings of my heart, and
here, on this paper, i
will sing. throat constricts with gratitude that i've
fallen into the perfect, predestined
niche: mine, a medium
misunderstood by the masses, who
recoil in horror from the source of my joy. please, take me
back to the room that spins in the
silence, tuning me in to the
thrumming of my core. this precious communion is
mine alone, invisible to jealous eyes--no one can tell that
at my desk, worlds
are springing into being. pencil meets
paper, infinite creativitiy invoked in
the selection of A's, B's, C's, and
D's of mutliple choice. i catch the
rhythm like a natural, the balance
between reading, marking, checking. the clock
raises the stakes, my heart escalates
with each dot filled in,
plunges
at the tragic five-minute warning. i could
stay here for hours, but i must return home to
hone my unique craft, show myself an eager
disciple of its esoteric secrets, sought
in endless night of sleepless anticipation
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