Wednesday, May 20, 2015


IMMUSION

            Immersion in the Muse I call immusion,
            A state that clarifies my night’s confusion
            Lost in vagrant dreams and fantasies,
            Detached from day’s bright-lit realities.

            To sit and ponder brings things into focus
            While I apply my verbal hocus-pocus
            To shape from airy nothings images
            As vacancy gives way to what now is.

            Imagination coupling with music
            Is what it takes to turn this nifty trick,
            The progeny of which, now on display,
            Is something everyone may see and say—

                 But will they be amused or struck with awe?
                 Only if I perform without a flaw.








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