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Hobbies | Claie Beaumont

Sometimes, when I’m doing nothing, I convince myself

That I could be embarking on an adventure.

An adventure of my consciousness.

Distilling human nature

Existential questions

The yearnings of the heart

The mind

The body


Through a painting,

In swift, decisive brushstrokes that glint

In the oily light

Of the nightime.

Of course, I must sacrifice my sleep for revelations

That flow through the joints that guide my tools.

While the world sleeps, I will labor,

And I will enjoy it.


Through a short story,

I will bring the reader to tears

With my descriptions

And insight into humanity

In an extended metaphor.

It will be complex but not inaccessible,

Elevated but not pretentious.


Through dance,

My limbs will arc through the air;

Generously pad against the ground.

The stars will align,

And things will seem sane again,

If only for a moment.


But first,

I must wait,

And wait I shall.

I’ll wait for a train that will never arrive

At the crossroads of fantasy

And delusion.

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