Procession

I fish in my own stream of consciousness.
I pan for gold in the thoughts I dismiss.
I sieve the sky & plumb the abyss.
I burn my dark & I freeze my bliss.

I sift thru words to build this verse.
I wring my blessings from my curse.
I accept the bad to prevent the worse.
I’m driven forward when I reverse.

My muse the spark of a single line.
 The rest is plucked from effort’s vine.
My blood & sweat a brine divine.
I thrive where vision & toil combine.

My craft is a spell of sounds I confect.
My phrase is constructed to infect.
My rhythm hypnotic in its effect.
My cadence & content composed to connect.

I quit brain’s brook my catch in hand.
I redeem my specie for capital grand.
I pay the pilots & reflect in the sand.
In ice or fire my attentions disband.