A Writer's Malaise

A writer's challenge Is like any artist's… A many sided coin flipped. Feel, see, hear, dream Sweats tasted, presenting pasts Saw, felt, heard, and dreamt Bringing future in to bear. Not just a flat, slim coin, mind you... A presence coin, flipped of immeasurable depth Holding saved wisdom's placement. Search boxes present, now titled past Waiting for more recent future’s to come. ___*___ Thoughts unbidden, spinning out The webs they soon are to become Gut-guided by Spider Muse Desire, worry, quick mind. The space of it boggles restless spirit Wishes hoped, or not, in widest breadth manifesting so Look close, they hold universes hanging Teasing’s, like bright ornaments. ___*___ Such shining candles Come I uneasy into that mass? Then answer, what tethers me here In who’s chosen spot... For to go on and on is my own choice. Directing where, and use Is how now, I am the changed ‘I am’. Please don't get me started After all, I’m a working writer And like most all writers I have a friend nearby… To keep me on my toes.