Loose me.

It’s been a while,
sit back,
resume interrupted, previously important,
nothing.
Consider for a time,
relax,
holdback useless expenditure of energy,
do nothing.

Presume the end result,
obviously,
self involved, righteous iconography,
still nothing.

The chair fixed,
perpetuating endless, monotonous, head-in-hands, scalp scratching
eyes down in a sable room,
ink driving ink, pushing, finger swelling motion denies excessive
movement,
I sit, transfixed, positioned rigidly upright though slightly arching
forwards, waiting for inspiration,
she comes, lightning,
hold me, I’m frightened.


Commence release,
forcefully dictated,
empty thoughts bring a barrage of words,
saying something.

Expressions of empathy,
explosion of emotion on paper,
permanently processed, grey through black,
meaning something.

Conclusion near & apparent,
satisfactorily composed stanza,
energies applied I achieve contentment,
meaning everything.

The air now alive,
escaping restrictive environmental constraints,
although accustomed, I resent attempts at boxed conditioning and
seek expansive post industrialism, naturally intended overgrowth of
historic places & the outdoors,
I release creativity, previously bound & held in check by the form of
the regime.
The timetable forgotten, rules ignored
Loose me, I am enchanted.

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