I've broken through.
I call it being in the zone.
The best description for it, though, is
diving into the underground river
letting the current carry me
For years I've been taking notes
Of phrases and words with power
the power to transport
I had them in my draft
But I never looked back at them
I was too worried about
CONNECTING
VISIONING
the next curve in the secretive stream
I was very afraid
I was constantly in my head
External movements
were in my way
I had to deal with them
"wash them out of my hair"
It took forever
Then, one day: it was done.
The open space of time
once again, beckoned
I stepped in with my bundle of nerves
my fears
It began, yet again
The long, slow, strange journey
of return to the beating heart
of my underground river.
I had to do several things
first, had to gather together
all the loose ends
recover the memory, the line of imagining
It is long, slow, uncertain groping
it's blindness in pitch darkness
you can only follow your
invisible senses
I did it, yet again,
for the hundredth, thousandth time
And YET AGAIN
I found the caverns
I floated in
I sank into the water

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