the words flow
intangible streams
of viridescent syllables
shifting the banks
trying to tame
the torrents
into the winding prose
of poetic meanderings

allowing them
to take control
through soulshallows
anxiously scraping bonecoral
flaking calcium sediment
into a slurry
to slow the incomprehensible
darting quicksilver of insanity

creating a poem is
pulling every nerve ending
from a deadened psyche
in an effort
to wring the sorrow
of incidental painblossoms
into something beautiful
yet sculpting nothingness.