I sit here staring at this blank page, Gathering my thoughts Like drawing motionless water droplets together On a glass pane until they flow as a single stream. In the silence ensured by my noise cancelling headphones I hear my heart manifest the thrill of a novel idea. And I wonder why I avoid the word ‘heart’ in my poetry. To me it is an ***** too base in its functions To be declared the seat of emotions profound. I may depose it from the seat of the feelings, But not as an executor of their will. For the effect is always more certain Unless I want to lose myself in The infinite regression to The original cause.