Muses are musing in the magical places
About what it means to be in another muses body
The mind
The soul
How could we invite insanity?
In the world the trees grasp for things unseen
The soil pushes the path opon
I want just a little bit
Just to know
To experience something perfect
Just to know
Wonders are fully realized
I am not a butterfly spinning with the other
But life is on the path pushing into the sky
Flying with death
With a resting vulture nearby
Wasting for a short time.
Those days are not to be lost
Memories never to fade
Like dreams always aflame
Dreams shining
Dreams as real as lightning.
Marveling at the window
The soul is wrippling across my eyes
It is like another time in history.
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