Unannounced but welcome.
Surfacing from labyrinthine subterranean receptacles,
From a tortured trickle, eking out a word at a time,
To a tumultous torrent of passages
Twisting, turning, taking a shape of their own.
An impatient outpouring,
Awaiting their turn to be crafted to fineness.
How, I know not,
But they come.
And grateful am I for them.