In Words to Give of Me"

I awake in a head vacuum space
searching for words in cold trace
To power my mind's greying wires
ignite them with relit inspires 
So swirl to bounce edge of unique
desiring a virgin master streak 
Then nurture this creative seed
truly a test of self being deed
As now I limber to stretch my Soul
pull each word like stars out a black hole
For each new poem reveals less to see
in giving a tiny part of the whole I be
When I take a fraction of my soul to lay
place it in a poem quite tentatively
So that to others may fractionally know
inner workings of my mind on show
Playing with words like a plasticine reshape
that mind and soul in unison can escape
Seeking words from the recess of to be
Hoping for the talent is to see
and gift of words I give of me