For Inspiration

I speak to you Muse
and ask you to summon
all of yourself for the
most important of tasks.

Temper not anger,
soothe not sadness,
remove not the uncertainty
that leaves footpaths shifting:
these are your wondrous tools.

Look not at the center but at
the place where society
bends and frays,
bends and frays:
in the margins you will find
what you need staring back
at you with wide sunken eyes.

Be not afraid of the gaze
that pierces through flesh.

Be not afraid of the wash
you are throwing yourself into
as you tumble and tumble
through the world.

Be not afraid, hesitant nor complacent
and your mind will light up,
fireworks of thoughts, flowing
from your mouth like a steady steam.

But hurry, for if you wait too
long, all will vanish
and you will have nothing.