Vivida vis animi

I parked my train of thought today
Into the wheelhouse of completed verse
Knowing that continued play
Only makes the aesthetic worse.
Sometimes the words leap off the track
Or sometimes sit with no hint of steam
Awaiting the next mentation attack
To twist the rails into a dream
Or otherwise warp my iron thought
Into some cerebral action
Where jubilation is finely wrought
And gains purchase of a useful traction
Whereby the locomotive of new rhyme
Maintains the station masters time!