Castles in the Sky

Moments when nothing comes to mind

Are those wherein my expression is most refined.

Rid of the rubbish and mental clutter,

Such succinct words I am wont to utter.

And whether much is said or not

I compose a cohesive and concise thought,

But give me an idea that I can deftly explore,

And then such structure isn't anymore.

Thoughts will mesh and mingle and multiply,

And that's when I build my castles in the sky,

For which I've built a steady foundation

That is apt to withstand any inundation.

With logic and rhetoric both at my disposal,

My flagrant fancies meet a modest proposal.

They span the breadth of thought sublime

With the added depth of conclusions made over time.

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