It's too it's too it's too obvious

Once in a very long while one truly channels something. You lose control. You become the cliched vessel. Time is absent. There isn't enough time. There's too much time. Letting it out, whatever "it" is, is merely a process of unscrewing the cap. Releasing the pressure and pointing in the right direction. Sometimes music flows from a part of the mind that is not located in the head. This happened tonight. I didn't eat. I hardly breathed. My entire being was flooded and spilled over. Time was absent. And what triggered this was an image. A photograph. A face, for god's sake. But it's more than that. It's completely abstract. I am spent. And who the hell left this song here and where in buggery did it come from?