Well, you never cease to amaze.
You have been here from the very start.
Probably even before that.
You must tire of me some days.
Your pathetic little vessel.
Trying desperately to keep up with the gifts you bestow…
Or maybe you enjoy watching me?
Scribbling frantically away.
Do I entertain you on some level?
I suppose I would find all this amusing…
A pathetic little figure below you
Reliant entirely on your benevolence.
Of course you have a hand in this.
Even as I write this letter or poem or even a plea
You are…around, pinching and prodding
I see you as a sort of Hephaestus
Tempering and honing until a shining idea appears
Which you plunge, still hissing into my mind.
I relish this surge of fire.
This spasm, urging me to write, to pour
To deliver to the world, your vision.
I thank you, my saviour, my saint
My Prince Charming and my Quasimodo
Whoever you are. I am indebted.
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Submission Name: Muse
