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A muse gives
A taste
A lick
A pinch
A bit of
This or
A tease of
That to
Inspire to
Stir to
Aggitate
The stagnation
Within
Energizing it’s
Potential for
Creative flow
Forcing it to
Move to
Rise to
Swell
Pushing against
Every
Single
Emotion
Until it
Spills over
Flooding
Out
Onto
All that is
Available to
Absorb it’s
Essence
Soaking
All with
Creative
Expression to
Eleviate to
Ease the
Pressure of
What is
Most
Desired but
Unobtained.

I do not want what I want.
I have what I need:
The momentary touching of
The untouched.

My muse,
My muse,
I do not want you.

I need you.

CL may 2017

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