I receive an insight,
A trace of recognition in my heart,
And then I feel the pain,
Bubbling withing as melted glass.
I reach out,
Embracing the point in the vein of time.
I am away from my work,
Too far from my soul.
Despondent, like a mother away from her young.
The time ticks, slowing.
Then it comes: a surge of inspiration.
And my last breath leaks into the air.