The Word Cliche

I am stuck in a cliche the narrative recurs I need to leap out As I am in loops... The sentences just re-happen the words repeat Oh I have to portray these beautiful phenomenas I encounter continually, in the deepness of self, so insightfully... but where where do I find the words.. so clear sightedly where else than from my inner singing birds Oh my recollection, my seeking descriptive want When on demand... it suffers and retreats I stop, and I insist please I must find what I need! No, No, I am looping the narrative can reoccur... but its different... look, there actually is something to allure! oh my word here they are! the words they've come back! I wish that words, I won't ever lack.