Words struggle to burst forth
from the fleshy cavern of my mouth,
smashing against the tidal wall of teeth.
An angry, implacable wave
that yearns for freedom
as a tsunami yearns for destruction.
But does a wave yearn, feel, want?
Does this tumble of words
have deliberate intent?
Or is it a random gushing torrent
that springs into being
from the depths of the well within?