oh, yeah,
a poem that pulled me from my writing cave today. may it tighten the embrace between you and what Inspires you.
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my Muse tells me, "i ain’t your bitch, sweetie."
She likes to play coy, hide and seek, especially when i’ve cleared a day entirely for Her to do Her thing.
and when time is clipped, in short supply, when i have ten pounds of juicy ideas to fit in a one pound pot, She piles it on thicker.
She often flits, escapes the scene like steam. to see Her at all, i have to act all casual. i have to look sidewise, out of the corner of my eye.
straight on, She bolts.
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