The muse is:
* a twitching synaptic shift
* how poets feign madness
* someone to blame for poor writing
* an excellent reason for sensory gluttony
* a mood swing as subtle as a wrecking ball
* none of the above
* some of the above
* all of the above
* irrelevant
I've read so many poems about muses . How they inspire , how we miss them when there gone . They raise us to new heights , and make the words flow . I don't get it . When I write my inspiration comes from within . I write about things that matter to me , and out come the words . Is your muse an outside force ? Do you have to wait for it to come , or can you cause this . Do you consider it to be more literate than you , or does it simply set your literacy free . I realize these questions have little to do with your piece , but I'm truly curious . Perhaps you could explain this phenomenon to me , or at least give me some insight .
Submission Name: E-M-P-T-Y
