adrift
living a dream
worth reading
putting a face on imagination
consuming normalcy in loving
frank oblivion
realizing instantaneously
that writing can be
a savage passion
and its ink a so beloved
river I all too easily
allow myself to drown in
journals are like little
life rafts
I pull my words onto
so to save
'The Writer And The Written'
for another day
of joy and calamity
such process is a staggering
awareness of self fulfillment
repeatedly addressed
from owing its everything
to the territory of the page...........
(March 5, 2008 118pm)