Still I am thinking about that essay.
I should write it and get things going so I can enjoy those other fun things in life.
Snuggling, sleep, snacking be swept silently asunder
from me I get a frightful freeze, that solidifies my ability to move
to think of words that lead on, and tumble forth like waterfalls in my mind
words join that cesspool and go back to the river, recycle into a new use, a new function.
Become my words again, become mine to meld into an essay that I deem satisfactory.
Oh words come back to me and give me the light hearted wings, wishes of my words making sense come back.
Please do come back to me words, you’ve fermented inside far too long, come along
with me and erupt onto