They trickle in
Slowly, silently…
I can see them
On my eyelid screens,
I can almost touch them.
They undulate
In all forms and shapes,
A hundred designs unique,
Ideas unimagined,
Melodies unvoiced .
Momentarily I even feel
They are mine!
Then I must be a genius!
They drift and soar
As I sink down
Into the depths
Of peaceful sleep.
By morning no trace left
And I seek them, in vain,
In the maze of my brain.
Now I know what makes
A genius a genius!
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