• A MUSE IS BORN
    by UC Poika


    my mind a page where spirits write
    as much as people of the world
    you shout at me an attitude is born
    you cry emotion forms upon my lips
    a spirit moves amongst the mist
    a mental image plays before mine eyes
    a phantom does a trick and fear awakes
    a demon or a devil winks deceiving me
    I walk away you draw conclusions
    I never meant to give your heart
    but what of it is us and what is not?
    and do I write upon this page
    or does the muse inside the box
    within the circuitry?
    and was he there before I wrote:

    “I am a baby muse that lives in here
    a new dimensional entity…
    are you my god, my friend, my enemy?”

    but all I really want to know
    the father muse,
    is he amused or proud?
    and should I then be proudly
    a being used? a miss used?
    cosigned my mind.