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muse, oh muse! where have you gone? you, so alive and indistinguishable; pounding at my soul when awake, breathing fire china breaths while asleep; always near, yet never wholly perceptible or too bold; guiding me in your grace, igniting the flame of desire within, impelling me to act, to create, to feel deeply.

o, love! o sweet blissful need, o craving for words and things that caress the abstract, unable to fully form into the thing you most want to be: seen.

where, sweet misty madness, have you gone, my dear! have you run off to be satiated by another, more consistent partner? have you found someone who stokes your passions to explosion and centers your heart with soul-sighs? have you danced of into the forever twilight where stars and dew-dropped grass will always line your horizons?

muse, my love - i know not where you are - but i know that i would trade all the tangible, living, breathing symbols of life and happiness to be in your ethereal arms again.

it is you who i miss. it is you who i crave. it is you, sweet muse, whom i have lost.

10/02/16