In that moment, just before despair
Words form their own unique cadence of light
That moment before literature and belief
(the literature of belief)
Where the light dawns
Even if just a spark
These things that change
An influx of influence
Fragments of thoughts and memories
(smell of the sea
Shining gold-spun tresses)
That fickle muse
A vessel of feathers
Expectations of things to come
How do you capture it?
How do you keep it?
How do you hold
Inspiration?