Blessed be
Velumbound.
This piece is a gothic, psychological exploration of creativity, trauma, and the subconscious mind.
It frames the "muse" not as a traditional, idealised figure of inspiration, but as a collective of repressed emotions, memories, and fears waiting to be processed.
(A lone voice whispers)
Who's your hidden or known muse?
Muses come in many forms, and this relates to all those emotional tributaries.
You consciously or unconsciously carry.
In mental interdimensional abstracts
Which wait 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 quiet conversations, until you dream?
Then agree which one will enter your mind-eyes, fast-flowing streams?
To greet you in the deep recesses of your mind
As so many others watch
Waiting their turn to cross over from their compartmentalised tombs
To be the muse
Standing within Amygdala's darkened rooms
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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