7:21 a.m.

When you don’t feel inspired,
practice.
Set a timer,
run up and down 
the scales or stairs,
listen to build your ears
like muscles.
Punch your indifference 
into blues chords to
get them under your fingers,
that may wake up again
one day, furless blind
animals with a
tactile mind of their own.
Ready.

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