Ideas flicker in the dark of the mind,
Brilliant, fleeting, and
Gone.
The candle stands,
Just out of reach.
Waiting for the match.
For the spark.
For the flame.
The eternal quest for that beautiful phrase.
Frustrating, yet uplifting.
Never ending.
The end is but the beginning.
For the phrase cannot stand alone.
The candle cannot burn alone.
And so, the quest continues.
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