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The words in head mingle inconspicuously Hidden by an opaque veil of equations They float on whispers of inspiration and Murmurs of fading dreams The words that once sprung from the fountains of my fingertips Now lay still Awaiting impatiently their chance to push through The barriers and cascade down the waterfall Excited, enthusiastic, optimistic, and naive At the end they will meet They will mingle much more boisterously Pairing and teaming up Forming their own groups, stanzas They will merge and push against the last barrier Forming a convincing coalition of poetic thoughts And profound expressions But they are not power