Tap Tap Tap

Tap, tap, tap.

Molten words spill out of my
     mind.
Forging the stream of red-hot
     prose.
Remaking, exploring, reinventing.
     A world of my own design.

Tap, tap, tap

Pristine code flows from my
     hands.
Directing the flow of synaptic
     logic.
Refining, simplifying, automating.
     A system of my own design.

Tap. tap, tap

My mind sparks to life.
My fingers fly across the keys.
In this moment of creation,
     I am whole.
     I am complete.

 Tap, tap, tap.