Muse is on me thick & fast
Muse has me by the hips
I feel him move
I seize ‘unintentional’ and ‘aghast’
Hold fast
to the words
but my body turns to sand poured from the fist
Pours my body and my mind and all I believe into falling stars
Falling, spiraling, the sand
Sand delta, I am at the river’s mouth, watching,
My vigil sees ocean greedily take what all a river gives.
No comments:
Post a Comment