Sometimes I find
That something comes to mind
Sometime I think
Would it seize if I blink?
Would it drown in my fictive
Imaginations flowing
Or would it keep growing
Would it keep going
Traveling through my mind
Engraving itself in there
Seeing to it that I won't forget
That this thought is near
I notice sometimes often
How my thoughts tend to soften
Yet my poetry is like a shard
It cuts away all that bombards
Me with silly denotations
And useless biggery-jibber
It sees to that I find
Only everything bigger
And keep it
In store