Who's your hidden or known muse?
(A lone voice whispers)
Dare you name them, or are they just fleeting memories or impressions?
For muses come in many forms, and this relates to all those emotional tributaries.
You consciously or unconsciously carry.
In mental interdimensional abstracts
Which waits patiently to flow rapidly, only to make you perspire when you dream.
From fear, love, and all things broken, in-between
Do they all stand knee-deep, huddled together in small circles
In quiet conversations
Until you dream?
Then agree which one will enter your mind-eyes, fast-flowing streams.
To interact, maybe inspire and be seen?
And recount whatever was said and shown, within that small conversational, huddled circles
As they all gathered together for the days grand rehearsal
Before greeting you at night
In the deep recesses of your mind
As so many others watch
Viewers forever with you
Living in The Black and White Lodge
Waiting for their turn to cross over
From their own compartmentalized tombs
To be the new muse
Standing with you
In silence
Waiting for interaction
Within your Amygdala's darkened red rooms
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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