My muse is yearning for arousal, conjuring, carousal.
Bursting to surrender
to merriment, bathe in creativity, immerse in edifying sensuousness.
Seeking the death
Of delusion, confusion, and all stifling trivialities.
Coveting the return
Of artistic succumbing, flamboyant brandishings, and ecstatic un-benumbings.
Pursuing most intrepidly
The genius epiphany, the guffawing hoot, the intangible booty.
Questing to tangiblize the intangible booty!
Oh, yes, the drunken Sun is shining.
The drunken Sun is shining and I’m awash in its indulgence.
Flare up, blaze away, deluge me endlessly with your eidetic photonic-simplicity,
O brilliant Illuminance, the hence and whence of life.
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