Womb of Creation

Boisterous battle to be born.
Words lodged in nerves slightly torn.
The order of which is still absurd.
The imagination is marvelously moist.
Ideas transformed creatively unspoiled.
A sentence.
Drenches the blankness of the page.
I've heard meaning is all the rage.
To be profound,
without uttering a sound.
The womb of creation
sparkles spellbound.