One word, two; veritable
stream of consciousness waterfall
onto screen, to paper (dependent
on each creator) – routine tremulous
as a string; musical or cordial.
A sigh for anxiety’s release, pressure
for output a constant even fresh air
and walking won’t dissipate.
What choice this, day in, day out.
The sun shall rise and the brain
will wake, shout, cry, and demand
it be free from this, performance diurnal;
this, being always in review (sometimes
even before caffeination, too).
Even so, such heads will settle into habit,
crave emission of thoughts legible, perhaps
imaginative. Then, comes the calm, after dark
and doubting clouds; then, will it be proved
that magic yet lives on, rising from the deep
to surface powerful – and with purpose –
in mind of Man.