Mental Exercise

I itch and wretch behind crystal glass In chains of my own making Hiding, waiting for Inspiration To bail me out of my aching-- Flaming drumbeats of human impact The dramatic need for fall and change Call for the gleaming guillotine The sudden, clean clip... Snip! I finally then saw after a bloody mess How it was supposed to be In nature's recoil, the balancing and shifting Rebuilding, and then growing ten heads. I'm only tending, my heart is a drumming Mere moments of synchronous humming With no bars to speak of, no other side, and With no one to the rescue. I sit and stretch.