My new friend & I collaborated. I loved how he gave My Muse a voice. Thank you ByranNottingham.
I followed him, down here again, the man, the boy.
Into the pool he dives, the fool while feeling joy
Sits watching, hatching thoughts that couldn't ever be.
About the boy, the man, the joy, and maybe me.
My muse, a bycicle did use to reach this place,
And I did walk, you may say stalk, matching his pace.
To sit and see, what he will be, and I will not.
Oh if with him, I once could swim, shatter the thought.
Now shattered, thoughts tattered, I watch him swim solo,
I gather the rather distinct shades of shadow,
And brushing, not rushing, my paints work to diffuse
Ignition, cognition, of the man boy, the muse.
"Happy is he whom the Muses love: sweet flows speech from his mouth." Hesiod
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