a mumble and a stumble,
i then take a brief tumble.
unable to digest some truth,
i feel like a broken tooth -
pain zapping through me, forsooth!
in desperation to get the deed done,
i write haikus,
or maybe i'll just rhyme some?
then, noted, archie writing style?
...but there's still shifted punctuation, hmm?
feels like some sort of surreal act -
this is not a poem, yet it tries.
who can tell that what i write
might still separate truths from lies?
under every line, a scene I do draw
that seems like fluffy stuff which money buys -
"trying too hard!" he will sing
and i shan't reply, like the humble mice.
This week begins another journey,
A second foray into visual arts..?
A class on visual illustration,
In preparation for a degree in game design...
Unlearn what mind sees,
Teach hands to follow eyes, to
Trace reality.
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