Muse and Booze
I just stood bewildered, staring
Specks of the sky slowly pass through the glass
Adding a frosty sheen to the scene
A soft, creamy dew passes through.
A boy standing by a mothball light
The dark entrance of nature exposed
The darkly hidden entrance of the mind
You may be in a slump, so
Don't muse about relying on this.
How the spindle works
It's different now, and it's pell-mell
Yet, notions have left my mind
My feelings and views are scattered
On my face, a faint answer shows.
Written: January 8, 2022
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