Cusp of a Great or Terrible Project

The thoughts are thunk,
the gin is drunk,
the only thing left is to write the first line –
and – the rest, in stone carved to last
for now and all time,
a fresh creature formed of creatures past,
a line, a first line, and so with trembling hand:
it’s decided: wait a little bit longer

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