Ordinary people are matte,
Dull, unremarkable
You pass them by
Without a thought

But muses-
Muses shimmer
Like air above hot pavement
With iridescent auras
They make your brain
Their home and
Visit you often in your writing, drawing,
Thoughts, dreams

They rush through your veins
Like heroin euphoria,
Wildfire eating a dry forest
All-consuming and incandescent

Everything they do seems
Every mannerism is enchanting
You hang on their
Words and ideas
As if they are passing along some
Ancient knowledge

We subconsciously want their
Innate magic
Because we always want
What we can’t have
So instead we give them
Room and board in our heads
So we can call on them any time
To keep us inspired and spellbound

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