You got an hour!
Like a prison alarm – BAAAAAAANG!
Sit and write.
Close that door and swallow the stillness whole.
Throw it back like you mean it.
Take it, it’s yours.
Cuz you know that Quiet creaks opens the magic door…
Where the Still Voice lives.
The Still Voice, you know the one
Like an echo of an echo that whispers, “What about me?”
What about that book?
What about that play?
What about that movie?
What about that job?