Forty days and forty nights,
A man will breathe the ink he writes.
Consistent words put forth in waves,
Inspired poems, a madmen raves.
A road that’s traveled as it’s paved,
Determined ways leads on to ways.
Ending up, not where you start,
But not for that, but simply art.
Forty days and forty nights,
Daily ways and daily rites.
Days do weigh as I do write,
For today, for a life.
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