I've retracted this line
so many times
I felt I had to say
something to those of you
waiting in my imagination
for my next work
and who need
an explanation as to
my delay

i wish ink still stained
pages with this scouring
and pressing down
sound of blades on parchment
sailing words course through
this cellulose sea
quiet alone now

letters spill on as if
polymeric chains snag
heartstrings past embarrassment
follow one another out into some light
twinging yet owned
sparks of snappy life
shorting forward
and at something
so you see