You cannot plan your path
to inspiration.
You can lay seeds,
hoping to reap whirligigs
or cute cat memes
or whatever it is you’re working on
but
in the finalty,
creation ain’t science:
it’s art.

The magical things
are not thought out,
they are felt through
with carcrash intensity
in the middle of the mind.

The magical things
are playful revelations
in a language no one fully understands
or truly wants to
except those who wish to merchandise their souls.

The magical things
come and go
as they wish
like a dandelion seed
or a whirligig
or art
– or something else.