Words spinning round My head Like clothes in a dryer Round and round They spin Until complete Sharpened pencil Thick eraser Lots of paper Trash can nearby Thought down Thought erased Thought down Possibly to save Thought thoughts thoughts Erase erase erase Becomes my mantra Suddenly a sentence Makes sense Surprisingly the next One does Hold that thought As another joins in Read read read Check check check Pen pen pen Is it ready for Completion Perhaps now Because here It is