The poem in progress:
Not complete
Nor entirely incomplete
Paused,
It has
All the quick in check
Still as cat.

The poem in progress
Chisels a stubborn blur
Flake by falling flake
For one clear
Look at the prey.
It is not
Intended for your pleasure.
Delivers no goods,
Serves no tea.
You cannot fathom it,
The poem in progress;
It is not
Responsible for anything
Confident the end will come.