Wordy Rain Poem by Andrus Cassian

Repeat
I'm drowning in repetition
Blank
I'm drawing a blank
I see the words cascading down like heavy rain
As they crash down
my luck seems to fall upon the ones without connection
ones without relevance
How can a sparrow and sea coincide
Unless that sparrow makes a trip across the sea
to feel an endless summer breeze
unless that sparrow nests upon a log
drifting helplessly, carelessly along a sea peacefully
How can a canvas become a dove
unless I dabble in a bit of magic
and turn this caricature into a flock of doves
unless I grab a brush, mix it with paint
and find a dove to color upon
Dead
somewhere in my head, something's dead
like I'm in suspended animation
like I'm stuck in an inaudible bubble
and nothing is coming in
while the words I could feed myself
sink to the floor
I mean I could write again for love
I mean I could write again for hopefulness for loved ones
I mean I could write again for determination
I mean I could write again to fill the empty spaces
upon this empty page
but what's the point if I'm lost
but what's the point if I create a jagged limerick
without a punchline, without joy, without fun
just an array of words which make no sense
No, this isn't a moment of woe is me
No, I'm not whining nor complaining
I'm attempting to feed myself
words aplenty to create the magic I'm known for...
but I'm in suspended animation
an inaudible chamber
and I am just drawing a blank