the writing process

 Sometimes when I write,
the words come pouring,
not like a river,
but like fire and flame.

Each word, phrase, sentence-  an inferno of feelings, memories, imaginings, sensations-
all rise and pour forth from my entire being.

It comes in a wave, a rising, an ebbing, then bam bam bam,
as things start to bring themselves to a close,
I find the words I had just writ to be like coal.
They are too hot to touch, still radiating too much heat that I cannot bear the sight of them.

If I were to gaze for too long,
my mind and my ego would begin to plan and plot,
to turn and to say to me,
"oh no my dear boy, lets say it this way instead, surely it will be better received! Others will think you so smart and wise and creative!"
That's when I know it is time to stop writing.