Muses I would know you I would know each of you I would know of each of you But I am blessed by your inattention for I know you to be a cat’s poison and a bird’s thorns You’re a drug the artist told me and I think she might be right But the poet said you were the antidote more than an analgesic something that got to the root of the only true evil in us and treated and treated and treated until it retreated unbeated but pushed back making space for us to think and to think more clearly if we have trained the skill of it Muses, which is it?
Your writings really help me think. Thank you.