.                Out of the ether nocturnal
                words come to me flocking

                They perch in my mind and
                 by morning they are poetry

                 And my dilemma is this, do I
                 cage them on a page, forever?

                 Am I their custodian now or
                 what if I do not copyright them?

                 You are free to go my little
                  neurons of the night, there

                  is a plagiarists playground
                  not far from here where

                  Someone will use some, or
                  perhaps all of you, differently.