Dream Stuff Poem by Joseph M Donatelli

It came to me
As most strokes of genus come
As dream stuff
On a hyperactive run

Creation invention brightens
Total absorbtion intense white feelings
And the greatfull numb
Evolved a new development is come

My moods have swung
Not disorganized nor psychotic stunned
Rather logically ordered
From number one to controled end of run

You have to feel an act of self creation thus
To understand experience those of us
Who stand in front of everything that's known
Creating futures in the far untuched