the urge to create

humanity astounds me, it does.

the very strong, raw urge to create

is so overwhelming that

it sometimes consumes me 

to the point of no return

breathless and gasping I am pushed

against tidal waves so rugged

I have no choice but to submit

to their tug or be pulled apart in them

and I know for a fact

that I am not alone in the sea

because every piece of content

my eyes have the luck to chance upon

is a product of these very waves

these artists leave me screaming.

their exquisite painful ways of

breaking their souls into 

heartbreakingly tiny pieces

and shaping, forming,

s c u l p t i n g  them 

into pure artifice,

is beautiful and so alarmingly intuitive 

that it is a piece of the soul,

a fight against those waves

of whatever created us.