All day

Flowing, flying

Through the shadows

Of my

Very

Being.

Thinking.

Wanting

To escape

And find a

Temporary home

To stay in.

Flying, flowing.

Longing for a

Reason to

Be present.

To spring up

And to

Make friends

With all the

Words inside my head.

And then my

Lexicon

It comes and

Lines up

Army

Formation

And it shows me

And I save it

And I

Write it

Make it stay

Forever.

Ever and anon

It comes and

Goes

And

Helps things to

Come to mind.

Ebbing.

Flowing.

Refluent

And affluent.

It’s inspiration.