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Reject the angel, and give the Muse a kick

The Muse cannot dance flamenco only

Lick the slippers, beg for animation.

The  is missing. The  contains no speech acts.

The Muse’s distance can be resolved by

Fish hooks, military intervention.

The Muse exhausts before she brings enough.

The Muse plays sometimes with other muses

Until they must return to faceless work.

The Muse eats what she is fed and invents:

A gust of shaved meat, dark forsythia.

The Muse enters museums, looking for

A format of capture, coding for stay.

Wet as beginning, I wanted to love

Him. I drew myself as a horse instead.