Flicker of Anticipation
For The Never-Ending Poem
This unleashed, fluttery flicker in the stomach
Excites me and pushes me to launch.
The thrill does not dissolve in one breath;
This, rather recklessly, speeds up and awakens
Butterflies in the deepest of thoughts.
Thoughts ever bolder and impatient,
Which whip up my will by tearing
What’s left of its worn net that can no
Longer hold them back. And so they fly.
Until it manifests…