These days my muse
flies by
like a jet buzzing the con tower
of some old aircraft carrier
and I keep sending her away
a cloud of creative anger
she wants to land
I can tell
she wants to unburden herself
of so many secrets and silent sights
not yet
stay away
I must write these things
on my own poor strength
it isn’t time –
but soon
you will be welcome
and your company
and your words
will be seen
for what they are
like Kingdom Come
and the old undone
stay flying wing’ed muse
my shadow of light
who has always been
will always be
Harnessing Chaos 
Hi Pete, Sometimes my Muse is not amused with my poor strength but allows me to stumble along. I do. She knows just when I\’m bruised enough.j
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