Dawning Knowledge

Quietly pondering, he sits.
His brow furrowed in concentration.
Gnawing at his lower lip.
His eyes dart to and fro.

Dawning knowledge gleams in
brown velvet pools.
Behold! mere thought has turned
enfolded in his young mind.

Scribbling furiously, word upon word
Gushes from his leaded pistol
As water froma broken rod.
Faster-Faster-get it all down!

Tripping over himself in his rush
To complete his thoughts
Time is of the essence.
Rush! Rush! Rush!

Sweat pouring from his face
Hand slipping on its tool.
Pages blotted with secretions of labor.
Eyes tearing from strain.

Finally completed!
Finished, the END!!
What have you written? I ask.

Written? No!! Surely you jest!!
This masterpiece? This classic?
Legendary in its time!

What? Oh, What!!??
Great artist, Divine!

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