Pop

Flow. FLOW WILL YOU!? Go! Paint in a new hue. Why is the hand steady, yet unmoving? What point is this block proving? There is much bottled up, Of which I can’t let go Brimming is my cup And yet. YOU. won’t. FLOW. Pour it out, prove it to me. I’ve things to write about. I have things to bleed. Until you have felt the raging calm waters, you can’t know the need. There is a garden blooming, I just need to water the seed. So give me a screw, a knife, a fork I’m unbottling, pouring, proving it. So tell me, what’s a cork. I don’t care. I’m removing it.