Elusive fluidity of writing

I am left
here
pursuing the elusive
wrap of paper with
the edge of my
font so that
words might find
freedom from thought
and
then
the click click tapping
Stops
only to beginning again
like a theif at a lock
trying to wrest free
the hidden meanings
of words yet unformed
so wings will attach
and
Wisdom be born
but
then
the clicking clickin stops
….
Here it goes again
the willful drive
to
possess a song
to recreate a vision
in the mind
long since fading
into the trap of time
belating…ly
fierce
and visiously
aggressive.
Soon the clicking click click stops…
waiting….

Furiously
with tenacity
working on verbal
Symphony
echoing sound
in the halls of
thought
to surge down the path
of tendon
and bone
to the tips of fingers
waiting to
collect the remains
of days longs
since abandoning hope
of ever getting out
to
plant
just one word
on a page
a seed of a word tree
speaking out through
the screen
to become what it knew
it should be
.
.
.
poetry.