Let the words flow

Her eyes are squinted in concentration,

frowning furrows appear on her forehead,

woven with an uprising eyebrow,

pupils dilated as her mind accelerates,

As Ecstatic fingers

readily weaving,

deliberately devising,

changing, concocting.

sidetracking everything,

for this, her creation:

to tinker with the nuts and bolt

of sentences, to find flaws and

to understand and relish


flying sensation of liberty coursing

to and fro her veins.

She enables the channel

building a chasm between

her and her creation,

it was...

from her, to her; for her :


A/n: Review?