Another muse comes and goes,
Another mound of waste.
One more masterpiece spun out of the no man's space.
He looks beyond everything and sees everything.
A child prodigy..
A shapeful, meaningful monster.
Rotting muses.
Fading tunes.
Broken lines.
Broken lies.
Wild hair, wild wind.
A sad melody.
Masterpieces trashed in a corner.
They're all beautiful, all same.
All to nothing, nothing to all. All out of nothing. Nothing out of it all.
He's dreaming.
Crystal shards. Up close. Receding.
Rose tinted.
Ice-blue.
Filigree, snow flakes.
Lights. So bright. Receding.
He wakes. A sleepy wake. A waking dream.
He looks, more muse to follow.
Masterpieces to come.
They mean nothing. To him. To anybody.
Beautiful, works of a lunatic.
He closes his eyes.
He's dreaming.
Sweet, sad dreams.
He's dreaming.
Let him dream.
~ Angel
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