my muses
When I begin to draw
Is it me or someone else?
I do not know where these ideas originate.
One minute I have a blank canvas.
Half hour later I have created a village
Pirate queen, gnomes, faeries, goblins,
Mushroom houses, butterflies, lilies and such
When I begin to write
I also doubt these words are my own.
There is an entity utilizing my hands.
Because after the missive is finished
I do not recognize it.
Sometimes on the same day.
My spirit guides make heavy use of my
Hands; I feel I am not in my body after they take over
Forever using me, while keeping me at arm’s length.
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