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Muse’s raging fire burns,
though it’s time to sweep
out her attic; to make changes.
Her attic is full of silvery webs;
time to clear them away;
new ideas, must be born.
The act of being re-born,
makes the creative fires burn.
The old must be cleared away;
given a good sweep.
Clear out the musty cob webs
and create your changes.
Every single new born,
comes to this world of change;
they weave their little corner web,
of progress of which, their passion burns.
This great creative sweep;
clears the dirt and scraps away.
Muse flies away
on the winds of change.
Muse’s wings, sweep
the skies and new ideas are born.
Her passion fire burns
best, when free of old stale webs.
Cob webs and spider webs
are all gone away.
Creative fire burns;
spread by the winds of change.
Come and be reborn;
within a self-expressive sweep.
The sacred sweep,
removes all webs,
to make room for newborns.
create your changes,
with soul-fire’s holy burn.
Make your clean sweep; be reborn.
Weave new webs, with the power of change.
Just fire your ideas away and watch the after burn.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014