I'd been fighting against the odds, in the battle against inattention but, despite my concentration deficit, the muse still grabbed me and pinned my (already) strapped wrists down in front of a keyboard. In fact the muse called at an inconvenient time and, I had to struggle against the alloy wrist brace to scribble down the first mysterious words.
Anyway, the result so far, a poem called BEING can be viewed on Heterocon's site. The muse can be at times aMUSING, more frequently beMUSING but, above all, she cannot (or I dare not take the risk) be mocked!
Today, I thank the muse; this time she wreaked no havoc but, left my day on a more positive course.
- living and frequently struggling with moderate M.E. -
where (bad) health, faith, politics and the joys and troubles of daily life collide.
ME
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