mind overflowing, a reservoir swelling
spilling
no control, no holding back — let it come
words jumbled
ideas rampant
dreams floating, popping, expanding
all too fast for phrases or sentences
too wild for the constraints of the paragraph
flinging like the dancing peaks of a heart monitor
painting with the grace and joy and confusion of a child’s first masterpiece
illegible, unintelligible, unreadable, incomprehensible
but never meaningless
ink leaking, spreading, growing
a mess, blue and black and red running, mixing,
morphing into an impossibly breath-stealing creature
of its own making
glowing, changing, beauty in itself,
a mountain landscape at dusk, the silhouetted forest at dawn
the sigh of briny marshlands
a blink of a shooting star
fleeting, memorable, impacting, true
immortal
you could have never set out to make this
being tongue-tied, it seems
is the secret to accidental genius.
