I put off posting this

[EyeScream]

because I couldn't think of a title.
I still can't.
So I decided to ask you all for suggestions instead.

Here we go now, Here we go

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Untitled [sup]© 2007, EyeScream[/sup]

The idea for this poem
Was long ago locked up
    In a vault,
      In the corner,
          Of a room,
            In the under ground,
                Of a seldom visited

Museum.

So if you should disagre-a
Remember, it wasn't my idea
I'm thinking of the mudslide
That caused its walls to crumble.
Such an event should not be a
Precipitate to a poem
But this one let loose an idea
From the cellar of that museum.

It started with a rumble,
Then changed to a lightning flash...

And I thought Wow, that was fast.

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Please don't ask me what it means... I don't know.
But it really needs a title, so I could use your thoughts.