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A thought surfaces,

but is buried underground

until inspiration

triggers its resurrection.



I find myself

digging up bodies regularly,

scattering their remains

in search of life.



Soon enough

muse-ghosts come alive

from their resting places

and find me.



They grab hold of my hands,

and guide them

across parchment thin,

draping flesh over bones.  



Then the skeleton

that once shivered

in its naked form

is clothed with verbal-skin.

Rewrite 2012

A thought surfaces,
but is buried underground
until inspiration
triggers its resurrection.

I find myself
digging up bodies regularly,
scattering their remains
in search of life.

Soon enough
muse-ghosts come alive
from their resting places
and find me.

They grab hold of my hands,
and guide them
across parchment thin,
draping flesh over bones.

Then the skeleton
that once shivered
in its naked form
is clothed with verbal-skin.