The Journey of an Inkling

Stemming from intuition, a notion
From the unwanted notion, an angst
In the whirlwind of angst, a force

It is clarity.

With a winking eye, a smirk
It beckons you, surrender
The notion may be true, if so
The grief is solely temporary
Wheras you, stand solid forever

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