Love Muse

[milo]

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Perspicacity emanates from her,
A vessel of most pure living crystal,
a sensual illuminati, sparking imagination
through a galvanic prism decree,
traveling to diversely-awing places;
she is the angelic love muse of me.

Ephemerally enlivening, she stirs the
Cosmic kismet in the poets soul.
She baths him in the springs of Helicon and Pieris 1
enigmatically energizing his natural predilection,
turning his desire of procreation into seeking
out those places where heaven touches terra:
silently stalking the soul of Being until it is
ensorcelled by the ipsissima verba of poets past.
She lies on his lap, purring her satisfaction.

1. The Pierides

Poet's
And bathes
And there is something grammatically crazy about "turning desire into seeking out those places"