I wrote this in Dec 07. It was a fertile night, and I was looking for a way of explaining what was happening.

He takes his notion,

His dreams, his desires

Forge them, create them

Before they expire

He feels the need

To sow and to reap

To be lost in the moment

Is all that he seeks

To flow the juices

To set free his mind

To unlock the memories

Denied by time

To strip it back

And to lay it bare

To expose one's self

With out a care.