The nib spat words onto empty page,
Filling the decrepit void with spiderlike suffering.
Brow tensed and sweat shone
Forehead deep, ruffled thought laden
Lines chiselled to withhold the torrent
A river of imagined worlds washed against
Ebbing and flowing its tidal charms
Crash through the cranium and over the blank white
Held back by furrows, sorting the wheat from the chaff.
More letters, more crossing out
Images flashed faster, thoughts colliding
Melding, mixing in a pandemonium blitz
Till ungainly vomited out
Spewed, no longer the vestige of restrained art
But haphazard chaos, beautiful and unmastered.
