I thought the Muse would lead me to waters fill to brimming
chiffoniers filled with witty lines exotic turns of phrase.
reality is full of ironies, metaphors unfilled flipped or tripped.
the Muse remains mum.
implausible silences from awkward pens in palsied hands making
lines which lie limp on the page, the epitaph for an also ran.
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