Inspiration is a mottled monster
With a swiping hand,
Taking one moment, giving
The next, then indifferent.

Trying to throw it a bone,
One you scraped clean of
Extraneous, useless meat,
Then set in the sun to bleach white,
It may grab it quickly, the perfect offering,
Deflect it back to you in disgust,
Or let your great effort fall at its feet,

is the Biology of

© Jamy Sweet 2011-08-15


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