So many muses

So much inspiration

It's hard to clear my head

All my emotions

Running from my brain

To my fingertips

Not a specific thought in mind

Typing furiously

Trying to make sense

But poetry doesn't make sense

Not even to the poet

Like most artists

Masterpieces came from pure inspiration

No planning

The process, totally spontaneous

The finished product

Known to none

All things on this earth

And beyond

All emotions

Things

Living or not

Are all my inspirations