Composure

Crack knuckles.
Stretch neck.
Deep breath.
Begin.

Electrochemical locomotion
Impelling digits
Transmogrifying thought
Into words.

Raw.
Un-oiled.
Returning from
The depths of Hell.

Trying to remember
How this whole thing went.
But not desperately.
Calm reigns.

Confidence
Once extinct
Turns extant
From thin air.

Without the bullshit of
Alchemy
A new chapter is
Constructed.

A nod of satisfaction.
A job well done.
A decent start.
One bite at a time.