At first
It’s hard as metal.
Or is it
More like hard cheese
Or maybe butter
Straight from the fridge.
No,
It was left in the sun
And now
As silky oil,
Runs in rivulets,
Clarified and melted
To the yellow-shine
Of a different entropic state.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
distilledvoice 
Well, that’s one way to fight through the block… describe it as visually and poetically as possible. : )
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A big piece of cheese is somewhat less threatening, I find!
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