The Muse

All the ruminating had led me
to you borne not of reason,
of faded ancient folklore.
Time stopped, had learned it
could not anymore, one could
leaf through, and that’s all.

What are you rooting for now
that time is dead and gone?
Out of love would you scissor
grass, or leave them wild? To
parts unknown with callused
feet, a lightened load.

Boundless silence broke.


Day 30. Wow, means the end right? Are endings sweet or sad, I wonder? We all like to finish well I suppose. All’s well that ends well? You know what an ending means. It means that you’ve completed a journey. And the destination is somewhat of a non-event is it? I remember how I would work on a massive project and everyone would just coalesce together to get shit down, so much stuff to do and an end goal, but once the end goal was achieved, the sense of ending comes when there’s nothing left to do and everyone disappears. In that way endings are kind of disappointing. Would you rather be journeying or ending? But as they say, in all things there’s an entrance and an exit. You just got to enter some other door, you know. Robert wanted us to use the phrase, “The Blank-Insert Anything Here”, in a poem. He really means “The End”, we know that, but I’d rather you insert anything else but “The End”.