Just let it flow, don’t try to think it too far through;
go back later and chip away; whatever’s left is true.
You might have to lower the bar at first just a bit,
but that doesn’t mean what gets published in the end is shit.
The world and all the people who live in it
will give a steady stream of ideas you can fit
into a scheme of rhymes and rhythms or free verse;
things that make no sense already, you really can’t make worse.
The courage it takes to put it out there (the discourse)
is its own reward, not because it’s easy to nurse
a baby idea to its grave on the page but because it’s hard.
The sleeping, eating, working, breathing all resolves in the word.