Open Doors to the Muse While doing this dance we call life,
around the fire I call my soul,
I toss kindling sizzling to the flames
and leaves that spark mystical swarms of smoke,
that infiltrate your eyelids and
sting your godhead,
a deterrent,
like bees sting only to deter,
I sparked that smoke
to banish
all adulterants stowing away in my bloodstream,
and I begin to shout at the skies,
under assumption of a perspective muse,
Doors lyrics,
waving pairs of plastic spatulas
I tantrically beg inspiration:

“you know that it would be untrue
you know that I would be a liar
if I was to say to you
that girl we couldn’t get much higher”,

after 17 days of only empty pages of poetry,
this ritual is necessary,
because, Muse
we can get a lot higher
than this stagnant state,
we can make much more of
this life,
I can make you beautiful like nothing else,
test me,
please,
entrust me with your
inspirational charm,

“the time to hesitate is through
no time to wallow in the mire
try now we could only lose
and our love become a few ropes higher,”

hear that,
muse,
come,
are you too attached to your utopian sky?
lost your way?
hey,
just give me a sign
let me know I’ll be fine
and that I have your
wind,
blow me some breeze,
shed me some light,
burn me some fire,
pluck me a lyre,
muse.