One side is moist with residue
of bright ideas long gone
can't remember all of them
but I love them, every one

the other is a mass of magic
sparks of wisdom everywhere
raw, untamed, inexhaustible
I can't see it, but it's there

the dam is strong and tall and silent
it won't bend, won't even creak
it's held fast by laziness
but sometimes, if I'm lucky, there's a leak.