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"Waiting For The Muse" (by Joe DiMino)
I scavenge for pressure points
Press between ruled lines
My expressive probe,
Looking for literal nerves,
Meridians
Defining the direction
Of my poetry,
The resistance and flow of its current
Was I born to sleep,
Or be electrically charged,
Wired
Magnetic pulses of activity?
It is late night,
When I usually write
Without a shrill, shadows silently come and go,
NodA suspended presence
Not a word passing between us
The air,
Tingly
Like sky and earth
Just before lightning bridges the gap