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[shoemucker]

Thoughts gush forth from the tunnel of creativity.
They have soul, but no corporeal home.
They know not yet what form to take:

a string of words,
a stream of images,
or a strain of notes?

And so they wait
for the shifting of the universe.
And when the most auspicious time and space align,
they will come out of the womb of their maker
to become legendary immortals.