A poetic short sword, to freely cut, chop or stab in hand-to-hand combat with my rats. (©, copyright, auteursrecht).
Occasionally
When things pause
And there is nothing to write about
Nothing that comes to mind
Like a tight lid
Resting on my creative source
I have learned to accept
The peace that comes with it
Not to panic
Nor wait for something
Not to be taken hostage
By my own unrest
To trust simply, as is
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Gladius Poeticus 
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