Writing

  fevered desires
    wishing exposure
bequile me
          hindering
  less baroque determinations.
  they persistently belabor me
          for unattentiveness
    screaming for release
            to be shared
with other souls.
    inexhaustible supplies of
            longing
  finally crush all else
    and triumphantly
         dictate to my willing brain
  the need to arise
    from the very depths of my soul
  and be written and saved
          for an eternity.