The Truth About Muses
Whenever I'm bequeathed with sleep's chaperone
The mysteries of fate, timing and agency Liminality and meaning
All wrap around "You"
Like a ribbon
What is this strange, unknotted entanglement?
Which so often creeps in and out of corners
Which so often corners in and out of creeps
How many are destined to look out at the world
And wonder where "You" went?
Oh, the Truth About Muses..
Opportunity crashes into us in mangled colours
Flashy shades of red and pink and blue
Alien traffic lights
That leave us stoned and on guard
Pacing towards a mountaintop in the middle of a storm
Yet our bones never meet it
In the aftershock we train our own eyes
In some desperate attempt to derail our derailments
In truth, I find myself on fire
Burning my eyes with dilapidated ice
And looking within a mirror within a mirror at obsession
A gardener peels out dandelions with the weeds
A gardener peels out weeds with the dandelions
"You" is viral once it catches your gaze
And hangs in a room like a bat or a guillotine
What good is a plan that's stuck in the throat?
Wake up! I urge you! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!