of muse and views

I ask for nothing but a muse
To keep up with your amuse,
I look at corners and at creases
While my jaw falls into pieces,
Imagination running wild
While the rhymes gets all compiled,
All the thoughts are put in queue
None of them is overdue,
I form the plot without a crack
While I stay on the same track,
Every word goes into place
All alone with such a grace,
 To describe the muse and views
None of them deemed as taboos.