Flow

This morning

I woke up

In a flow state

Which is great

Except the flow

Is not gentle

It's fast

Almost violent

With the thoughts

Crashing into one another

Battering perfect phrases

Into fragments

Disparate

And unrecognizable

As coherent ideas

But there is beauty

In this chaos

The truth

Of my heart

Tumbling

In the tumult

And here I am

Running after it

Let's see

What I can catch