Well, I did ask….

Your advice is “don’t be clever”?
Well, that’s all I can be.
“Just state your intent clearly”
Lines molten inside me.
Too quick to crystallize, they harden
writing out soliloquies
The way volcanoes write obsidian
Spitfire! dare to blink?
You assume I have intention.
My intent is to create!
To capture phrase and fetter it
To something strange and great.
To evoke imagination in it’s raw and unhewn form
To make you pace the page with eye and mind
Anxious for answers to be born!
but only ever see them cresting
To crash back down as formless waves
To rock you in a little ship
Until you start to heave and sway
I want you to feel small and dizzy!
I want you to feel grotesque awe!
I want you to feel what I feel!
Your whole self swallowed down the maw
Of great unknowns and too much input
Swirling crush of hungry interest
Senses, neurons, overdriven
This, the truth of my existence.