A lack of hope intensifies the senses.
The muse can be obscure if one is glad,
Embrace your pain, dear poet, build no fences.
A bard’s desire, the quintessential muse,
requires that deep depression be attained.
A genuinely somber tone, the blues,
must permeate the soul and be sustained.
Yet... might the writer be as well advised
to draw his muse from willful deprivation
of sleep? Thus bliss or Hell may be derived,
exhaustion is a path to inspiration.
Exhaustion's good, depression's better still...
if you can manage both you're almost Will.~ Dean Neighbors ~
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