I immerse myself into a maternal chaise-lounge
With flesh and bone supported, I relinquish my inhibitions
I wait for my heartbeat to calm, my breathing to sedate

I then sweep the debris from my mind
With a fresh pallet to fashion,
I began my spring cleaning for the mind

I proceed with my pilgrimage to untapped inspiration
A deluge of motivation keeps me engaged
Fresh visions appear as guests in my imaginary script

Be very still and they will come
Atoms of substance infiltrate the scene
They move and position themselves in unison
Waiting for me to structure