ebbnflow

it is surprising to me to see the flow of my creativity
it makes absolutely no sense you see
when looked at completely objectively
other than to assume that my creativity
is directly related somehow hormonally!
the instant i feel somewhat affectionately
words and images being to stream continuously
faster and faster they creep into me
filling a void residing unknowingly
waiting to fill up expansively
all the while i am marvelling questioningly
why the ebb and flow are attached so crazily
to the emotions of newfound attraction in me