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.