in the heart of creation where poetry flows like a river, one must not spurn the beauty of words, lest they wish to wander in silence. the pre-expiration of an idea often leads to a frantic rush to reconstitute it into something tangible, a piece that speaks not just of mundane communication but whispers secrets of the universe. tell me about a time when you had to reconstitute a private communication into a poem, aiming to capture the essence before it was lost to time, thus exposing thoughts that were never meant for the world's ears, effectively revealing what was intended to remain hidden.