Feeling that's
Simmering on the
Tips of my fingers.
An unusual quiver
Passing beneath
My feet.
I feel a layer of skin
Upon me and
Someone is trying to
Break it free.
Looks like something
Is in wake.
My pen wants me
To go on a ride.
A piece of paper
Must be praying
For its redemption
From the blank.
Cosmic forces may
Have chosen me
For the job..
To balance the
Equilibrium..
Let me write a
Line.