There is not much to say
from the corner of my desk
only a continues fountain of words
that by themselves say nothing
hold no value nor any relation
To any conceivable idea or moment.
They stretch themselves out
upon the constant play of thoughts
where sounds rearrange the perimeter of their being
holds the essence clear to mind
then one by one correlates the structure of an embrace
that issues forth then like a fountain
flowing in the stillness of the mind
till soon a word beholds itself
and there gathers the formula of a line
till pressed upon the page, one word follows
the direct ordered consistency of meaning
Soon, the words projected take upon themselves a life
that speaks across the boundaries
from my silent self, to me, then out
to hopefully rearrange within another's mind
All that here I try to convey.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph