I was mired in a reflecting pool
Forcing epiphanies to the surface
Watching them gasp
They wouldn’t galvanize
In their composition
They emerged paralyzed
Bled of all consecration
How long did I wait for you here?
Nursing pneumonic abstraction?
How did you make my blood run clear?
I can sense my spirit’s new inflection.
All the thoughts of my spectrum
Focused through this prism
What more could a Muse Mean?
When they speak to you, for you.