She said she had a splash of
inspiration as the sun lolled 
and looked in 
her window - she said it soaked 
through the skin 
of her brain, trawled 
her reason, made her blink wetly
flap in surprise 
at her previous 
dry suffocation - it slapped 
realization onto her 
brain's boards 
with a new catch 
of words - cool rivulets of
thankfulness dripping
over her unsteady course 
guiding her in
to the safety of the shores 
of not always
having to win.
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