my best work is at first light
faint rays of day
below the horizon
palliate the black night
a glimmer in the mother lode
chip away corners to reveal
the idea imprisoned within
chop and carve as my opus evolves
from an amorphous glob
unsure of its final form
instinct guides my cursor forward
then my half-baked creation
lies fallow for a day
regenerating till morning
revisit the unborn embryo
separation has allowed my mind
to more accurately shape the result
resume the molding
to the picture in my head
my magnum opus is taking form
albeit crudely so
the clouds have mostly gone
a glimpse of my tour de force
another 24 hour dormant spell
further fashioning
shaping my work of art
at last the final polishing
a word or two need refinement
an idea not quite clear is clarified
my creation emerges
my brainchild is complete
my masterpiece
I hope