Further Understanding

Which came first,
the poet or the muse?

Her instructions
were clear enough
later on,
but then
it took a while
to get there,

her meandering
lazy speculations
in a river walk,
sprinklings
of mist and fog.

As the heat clearing
moaning
became more
and more developed,
an anthropology
of specifics
and inducements,
her questions
and acquisitions,
but then her operative
understanding
and reaching,

touching,
and delving
rawness powering
and pervading,
undulating,
and rising,

huddling and hurdling,
unfolding and doling out,
scattering and demanding,
unhinging and displaying,
writhing

and writing her visions
on the surface
of my skin
with the leased winds
and grasping tears,

most definitely
the muse,
but soon after,
the poet;
yes,
by all means,
the poet.

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