Listen unfiltered For once in your life. Put the pen point to the paper And do not lift, erase, white or Cross out a single word. Do not call it yours. Repress the desire to control Either language, image, syntax or Direction. Muse or ponder perhaps for a moment, Marvel at placement but Ask questions later. Sit still in your chair unless To jump for joy. You may learn something yet. Yes, let go of the need to control, The need to order, lest chaos or Your fear of it, reign supreme. What smooth sailing when leaving Yourself in the backseat, Marveling at the semiotic journey whose Trust in the strange glue Keeps the foot soldiers that words are Forming a straight line as they march Toward meaning’s mystery. Stay enough on your toes to recognize When poem has crossed somewhere Over the rainbow, leaving its last line Jumping for joy.