Influx begins,
delicious malady of movement
dances with rhythmic melodies,
rainbow eyes, cavort with theory,
id romps unseen, softly hurried.

Ideas beckon,
waterfalls of poetic idioms,
roar with flowering force,
translucency obliques,
purely idealistic anthologies,
are permitted to escape.

Icons bleed,
wonderful wounds of mystery,
leaking unread fantasies,
dripping with memories,
paper captures the dreams,
coalition assimilates.

Blank page,
awaiting the hue of hubris,
flexes its portentous power,
as the pen is poised.
Complex interior,
quivers with profound belief,
sight expands its identity,
as self comes tumbling out.

Erin Moen
5/12/03