I guess I will just write
and write until all that is left
is an empty pen
and empty pad of paper
I don’t want to interrupt
my writing
Just want it to flow
unchartered merrily
until it lives in its own groove.
The
rushing of words onto the pages
Will form their own walls
to prevent erosion
Waves tumbling in tickles my pen to write
more and longer.
The pad stands patiently.