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listen...
E-ooo, E-ooo, E-ooo
may the wambulance, whisk you away, so...
the gods of the lexicon
may fill your pen.
and to your mind, they might lend.
allowing your aperture to spin, small
in hopes, your depth of field will see it all.
allowing you to puck from her earth
another, a ritual, a rebirth
as if out of the dirt
from what you did lose
glows, in aura, a new muse.
E-ooo, E-ooo, E-ooo
may the wambulance, whisk you away, so...
the gods of the lexicon
may fill your pen.
and to your mind, they might lend.
allowing your aperture to spin, small
in hopes, your depth of field will see it all.
allowing you to puck from her earth
another, a ritual, a rebirth
as if out of the dirt
from what you did lose
glows, in aura, a new muse.
9th Feb 2020 2:56pm
Anonymous
9th Feb 2020 5:50pm
😢💔
9th Feb 2020 10:02pm
Your muse will be back, sooner than you think. He knows you're one of the best around.
10th Feb 2020 3:14am
14th Feb 2020 2:13pm
That is an emergency indeed. All of us get our power/inspiration from somewhere.
