It clicks and pounds and it comes out stunted
Stunted, stunted
Then too much, too fast, at once
Slow down I can barely capture you
There is a story about creativity
Like a wind passing through you
Run and catch, run and catch it
Then it’s gone
Onto fingers who were ready
Are you ready
Write me a circle
All stories are circles
All stories are mirrors
Write me a mirror
How impossible, impenetrable,
How true
The music drowns out the water drip
And there are so many words to describe
That feeling in your chest when you are angry
But do not know you are angry
So you name it a million other names
Or leave it to decay into apathy, nameless
I believe in naming things
Here’s the wind, I’m running
What’s the word for the quiet clack
Click and ba dum and the hum of the A/C
You go too fast again
Don’t outrun the wind,
Wait, slowly, patience yields focus
Is every word a copy
A stowaway in my memory
Not too slowly now,
Don’t miss it
Circle the words that stand out to you
It’s not a trick
I want to know what you see
When you look in the mirror
How impossible, impenetrable,
How true