Words

The
Words
Fall
Onto
The
Page
Muddled
In my brain

Muddled
In my brain

But
They
Drop
Onto
Paper,
Scratching
Into
Wood,
Carving
Onto
Stone.
They
Spill
Out
On
The
Page
Spill
Onto
Paper.
The
Words
Coming
Together
And
Some
Falling
A
P
A
R
T

But
They
All
Come
From
Somewhere

Somewhere deep inside

Someplace
Once
Kept
Locked
That's
Now
Open
And
Is
On
One
Hell
Of
A

Ride