Creative Energy abounds....

We can feel it in our bones....
We can HEAR it even...
Creative Juice....flowing...
the gurgle...the SMASHING....
as a river of rapid , vibratory  current...
WET....SENSUAL....and EVER UNDULATING....
It seeps into our body while we sleep....
and we begin to literally TUMBLE with anticipation...
WAITING...WAITING....for morning light....
so that we can begin, yet again, to HARNESS the CREATIVE MONSTER as if it were a wild steed...
needing only CARROTS and DISCIPLINE....
BURSTING from its stable...