In search of the source
of the poetic imperative
I interrogate my mind ..
if words are capsules of thought;
what is thinking?
I think as involuntarily
as my heart beats;
a stream of sentences flows
like the pulse of blood in my veins ..
but when I question this perception
and perceive its pathways
I direct its channel.
I am conscious of this consciousness;
I can choose to swim in the currents of cognition
but I cannot dam the flood … …