Its there, scratching at the edge of my thoughts
The idea, the solution, the last piece of the puzzle.
If I talk too loud or press too hard
It hides away, like a fearful child.
If I wait, if I can be subtle
It will tiptoe towards me
Clamber carefully into my lap
Wrap it's small arms around my neck
And embrace me.
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