Invocation to Banish Writer’s Block

I call to the sky for quickening
The bliss of conception I hound
Great Spirit hear my wish
Bestow me this gift
Psychic lightning strike me now!
Ignite dubious senses to animate tenses
Sear chords of silence unbound
Stoke every nerve with the flame of verse
To the rhythm of image with sound
Rain on that blazing plain of mind
The word torrent I thirst with my soul
From this smoldering river of jargon
See the eloquent censure born
Nouns burst through the hazes
Finger-paint verbs into phrases

Light speed to their places in line
Sonnets of wisdom evermore
Drenched in the essence of rhyme

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