Poetry Unhexed

My ears ring hollow
Keeping me up at night with the need to write,
To compose,
To slate out words no one knows why
… at first.

But poems form and the screen fills with text
Poetry unhexed
Is given birth on the eve of morning.

I actually posted this one about six months ago with a link to an audio version.  But while I was reading it this time, in my basement, I decided I didn’t like the last line.  The previous audio version ended up being quite a different reading than this one.  In the previous reading, the last two lines run together, whereas, I’ve been recently reading it with a pause before the last line.  Crazy, I know.