Be-mused

Seems odd to opt to think to choose
to claim – personify – a “muse” –
a waitress, lover, teacher, child –
who seems to keep the mind beguiled –

as if some spirit other than
what seethes already in a man
or woman could alone suffice
to render and reflect a life –

as if one had to fabricate
a Something-Other to create
an entity of breathing art.
Concatenated from the heart

and swiveled through the intellect
and sieved through craft – bedecked,
adorned, regaled and spun –
it surely all amounts to one

experience and enterprise:
a unity – all undisguised –
proceeding from one point-of-view.
But what, then, do I make of you?

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