Imagine the spark that fired
or misfired the synapse
Activating the one
urging me
to undertake a project
At once so stellar and delicious,
It made me over-ride
My usual mantra singing,
"Too much, it will be too much"
Bared the over-inquisitive cells,
Until any reticence ordinarily snugged
in place, merged with some inexplicable
Desire to once more work with the technology
Join with others in a like-minded unity
And write a poem-a-day, at least
