I have in my hand my phone, my tool.
Nimbly my thumb taps out reams of verse.
The screen fills with lines thought out at the speed of frantic text.
There is danger in the speed however.
One false move and rhyme turns to nonsense.
One button up and the newly formed words are lost to the ether.
And I am left, my muse forced to retrieve the words.
To reclaim verse from electronic limbo.