So many times the Muse descends

Though far too often she ascends

Or merely transcends

I can never make amends.

This truest of sweet love

That I am always thinking of

Does not come from above

I am not in love.

The Muse so sweet, of course

Leaves me without recourse.

I am far than worse

As I silently bear this curse.

04/25/2007

Author's Note: to the 9 Muses.....

Posted on 04/25/2007
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