We create the Muse
The watchers never see the cauldron
the stench of experimentation
every still born story
every tripped up dance step
off key note
and regretted brush stroke
All the fuck ups
stirred in
strained and remixed
until the live idea
until the graceful move
soaring aria
and perfect touch
are ready for glittering consumption
the stench of experimentation
every still born story
every tripped up dance step
off key note
and regretted brush stroke
All the fuck ups
stirred in
strained and remixed
until the live idea
until the graceful move
soaring aria
and perfect touch
are ready for glittering consumption
The magic is always after the fact
after the exhaustion
migraines, twisted ankles
and voice box straining
And the Muse gets the credit
that imaginary monster
that beautiful beast
that scene stealing bitch
April 8, 2020
Day 8 of 30
Day 2 of 100
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