Nonsense, a poem

Nonsense

Well, on to some nonsense

I gratefully welcome it

Within the nonsensical equations lies the life burst,

The flowing volcano of creativity.

The burst of Juicy ideas,

The rivers carving out their ravines,

Building the canals the brain waves roll through effortlessly on their neurons.  Or whatever it is in the brain transporting one through one,

Linking one to one,

One burst onto the next glittering idea

Blood cells,

Oxygen,

Life,

Spirit,

Surging down my body,

Pumping ravenously from my heart,

The big bad muscle,

The juice pumper,

The flow organizer,

The burst generator.

Now I feel it!

Rushing like it's rivery ripples of creative current,

Reaching my fingertips.

I jump to my feet!

I run a million miles!

Through my every thought,

Through every dream,

Through the neuron pathways,

Grabbing inspiration,

Clinging to carelessness,

Every passing passion unpassing,

But clumping like a blood clot to my body

As I run faster and faster

The passion takes over.

Before I explode!

I must Express!

I must decompress!

It's building up!

Now!

Before it kills me!

Dive back into the bloodstream,

Try to shoot from the end of my fingertips!

You won't see me again until you look at the creation I've become apart of.