Abba Father,

(Me) There’s so much to say,
Locked in my head,
Cursor just blinks,
Head full of white noise.

Day slips into day,
Words plea to be lead,
Cursor just blinks,
Head full of white noise.

(Abba) Prayers you’re to pray,
Stories wanting read,
Cursor stops blinking,
Words form out of white noise.

You must pray intensely,
Plot flows from your head,
Cursor has gone,
Stories come out of white noise.
                              dfav 3/3/16
—Donna