A Glimpse of the Muse

I caught a glimpse of the muse today ahead in a crowd coy smile turned my way in an instant gone spot of color in a monochrome fray my heart, for an instant, forgot to beat teeth catch my shout to stay rough shoulders coarse fabrics all pressing round air hot and stale breathed by those others rasping their rattle like sound I push through, I cry out finally lips have unloosed only earns me hoarse shouts dark faces, dark eyes pouring down dark fear and doubt spun out on carrow castdown on main my soul flew like an arrow hope slucing into rusted drains gurgled like raw throats choking living only to die and god help a man with light in his eye 'cause man just wasn't meant to fly...