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Sometimes I feel as though I am a slave
to a mad muse misfiring synapses
from the barrel of a gun; her shaky
finger on the trigger, locked and loaded,
fae and untamed as the moon, she shoots words
and images point blank into my mind.
Inspiration, oh so random, oh so
unreliable, unpredictable.
She cares not for the hour, or if I am
soundly sleeping and will not hesitate
to enter my dreams like a visitor
who was never asked to cross the threshold.
(I would be utterly lost without her.)
to a mad muse misfiring synapses
from the barrel of a gun; her shaky
finger on the trigger, locked and loaded,
fae and untamed as the moon, she shoots words
and images point blank into my mind.
Inspiration, oh so random, oh so
unreliable, unpredictable.
She cares not for the hour, or if I am
soundly sleeping and will not hesitate
to enter my dreams like a visitor
who was never asked to cross the threshold.
(I would be utterly lost without her.)
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Literature
Restless
I’ve been living in the same breathy dream
for too many days now; I’m bed-ridden and
stale and I reek of those moments that come
full throttle like a car crash on a winter night
this is evolution where weak hearts
are afraid of the shadows and where
everything changes,
an apologetic wind births no remorse;
he will move on—anchored ship
set sail, I am the sunken wreckage
that never learned how to swim.
he will move on, Darwin says
I never had a chance
I wish I were the textbook sadness,
symptom and solution and endurance
but I’ve spent too long sleeping on the
Literature
Zemi
Things having to be returned to their transparency:
i.
/ green mist-earth / knit
atmosphere / fathomless
blue-lavender / lights
spun out from light
ii.
are recalcitrance / and you
are convergence
& - a fingernail of summer
- a melting of rain
- a crown of flowers
- a priest of sunsets
(beautiful? I love you, because. Zemi.
Zemi. are you beautiful because I love
you? Zemi? )
iii.
I imagine this is what it's like to breathe sea foam
over the Cliffs of Moher: hydration. absolution.
Literature
a thought
love: the art of
seeing what is invisible
to others
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Lovely imagery, particularly in the first stanza. It's good to understand your muse, regardless of what your muse puts you through.