Pen to paper
& creations spring outward.
As a never ending
stream of sub‑reality flows onward;
inspirations churn forth &
I grope in the Darkness of consciousness.
Ink flows from the pen,
& meets the paper violently;
to create ‑
time & time again!
The poet opens random thought
to sub & conscious mind;
His power gushes from his tools.
And they hone & sharpen ‑
as holistic reality is used.
wil becker
1993
