Whatever happened?
The muses were singing
the juices were flowing,
whatever happened to the forward influence
and lust and drive of the mind
and so of the state of being
and its other.
It’s wrong and possesive
of the daily hour.
Annoyed at the simple; broken
into stanza and meditative powers
of the mind of the soul
and the likeness
of its all and seat.
6/10/11
