Under the ink
the words flourish
they bring on a new level of commitment
from the writer to the muse.
The dumb, ineloquent writer
always faces opposition
from the beautiful, aching muse.
The blank statements that leave the writer's pen
are no less a shakespearean sonnet
than a shakespearean sonnet is
it's just that the muse
can never properly be loved on paper
the muse can never be forsaken
with shallow, simple words.
The writer is writing her masterpiece
the muse will read it and be pleased,
The writer will delightedly dot all the i's
and cross all the t's
for the muses smile
On the first page of the rest of her life
the writer writes
For you.
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