Mozart’s Catacombs

I dig through the catacombs
For something to write
Who am I?
What am I?

Guidelines send me awhirl
Down the vortex and up again
The choice of words
Cutting edge?
Metered Rhyme?

Or should I keep familiar
Witty quips
Fantasy escapes
What words fit?
Which one’s work?

Something white bread soft
A choice once so easy
Now so complex
Who am I?
What am I?

I can keep it safe
Metaphors and clichés
Bedtime stories and morality plays
Who is the narrator?
What is the theme?

I can try abstract
Obscure, Obtuse
Should it make sense?
Rhyme and Shine?
Do I need to always explain?

Or I can go over the top
Madness and mayhem
Fusion and futility
Who am I?
What am I?

I need to start again
Dig deeper into the vault
Turn the box inside out
Should fire now be ice?
Should down now be up?

But in the end
I come to the surface
There never was an answer
What was the point?
What does it matter?

Mozart’s delight has turned
Sour with the morning light
It seems I will never know
Who am I?
What am I?

c2007