The Paper Butterfly Principle

The creative urge is a creature of urges. It seizes you by the throat, and demands your work. There is no sense of  reason or time, only that at least a  word may rhyme. Standing over your head, and just about breathing down your neck, it nitpicks and nudges and possibly tears it down, entirely. But never so much guilt does it feel as when that very work is  left incomple

 You are not in the right box,  and yet it does not bother you,  because you are past caring.    The watchers are not,  and so they are trying to tear  down the walls of Sanctuary.   I require you to go back,  and explain,   that they need not shed so many tears.  It makes it difficult for me to do my work.    If they carry on,  there will be more mistakes,  and perhaps there is someone else in the box labelled for you.