Rubicon

The screen is blank,
Cursor flashing,
My mind a mix of
Ideas clashing.
Then a thread,
begins to form,
Before too long,
A poems’ born.
A literary
Rubrik’s cube
All mixed up,
Then all made smooth.
Satisfied
I save the score,
A Rubicon
Not seen before.

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