Imagination
My ingenuity runs wild and uncontrollable
It took a bold leap
Jumping straight out of my cranium
To line the pages of my papyrus.
My imagination is abstract
But the wetness of the ink
The smell of a freshly opened page:
Is palpable; tangible.
Out and over it spills out
Like an overflowing dam.
And I have to have it contained
Before it runs out of control
and flood my brain
With too much creativity.
Sophocles Writes 