Ode To My Muse

And then I sit here squeezing my soul like a lemon in the frantic attempt to pour my juices out and distill them in few concise drops of relief Shivers shake me in waves of self-awareness coming from your disconcerting mirroring while I rattle verses out in a stream of concerned consciousness To your enchanting complexity I owe what binds me to unravel my thought patterns with a strength I had never known before