Who's your hidden or known muse?

(A lone voice whispers) Dare you name them, or are they just fleeting memories or impressions? For muses come in many forms, and this relates to all those emotional tributaries. You consciously or unconsciously carry. In mental interdimensional abstracts Which waits patiently to flow rapidly, only to make you perspire when you dream. From fear, love, and all things broken, in-between Do they all stand knee-deep, huddled together in small circles In quiet conversations Until you dream? Then agree which one will enter your mind-eyes, fast-flowing streams. To interact, maybe inspire and be seen? And recount whatever was said and shown, within that small conversational, huddled circles As they all gathered together for the days grand rehearsal Before greeting you at night In the deep recesses of your mind As so many others watch Viewers forever with you Living in The Black and White Lodge Waiting for their turn to cross over From their own compartmentalized tombs To be the new muse Standing with you In silence Waiting for interaction Within your Amygdala's darkened red rooms (C) Copyright John Duffy