You have to be willing to let go,
gather swirls of darkness about you,

shatter them with blades of light. Don't
hold tight to everyday
the way you always have.

Comma, conjunction, independent clause -
metaphors
apt and strictly in line,

lack the starbound staircase
upon which the mind will rise
en  pointe

and claim the stage
in a rage of spotlights. Engage
a speeding train, the rhythm of machine, ship,

with clouds of sail scudding taut bright
above the waves

the way words skim the vacant page
and paint with flair
a vibrant image there.