With grammatical precision, the decision, permission to pump pistons to create all of the worlds from all of my visions.
Impatient imagination, my literary value's inflation from so many words on the page and finding my destination within syntax, articulation.
God on the sixth day, I pass through the gateway to rest when my characters give way to the finale of the tale in which they play.
Until it's time, I'll press and grind, to tell the stories thrown overboard from the vessel of my mind.
Be they happy and wordy, to the evil and dirty, stories are sharks in my mind, and there's blood on the QWERTY.