Awake furious ideas
That burst forth in fountained ink
From the paper in your hands.
Undo ways of thinking
That tread the rutted pathways
Of the human condition.
Strike out
Against verisimilitude
Only the real thing will do.
Conjure veiled metaphors
That can rip the very souls
From your startled neighbours.
Whip recalcitrant
Adjectives
Until they dance.
Groan under
The weight of
Inherited mysticism and doubt.
Explode in a
Lightning strike
Of incomparable inspiration.
Vanish like a
Spectre
Of your own creation.
All you ever were was words
And to words you will return.
