The Poet Must Die

The Poet walks along the midst
the shadows nestled within the spaces
weaving masterly through time
ongoing
neverending
The muse rises from her depths
the observer oberserving
moving effortlessly
along the continuum

ongoing
neverending

The Poet rages in discovery
in explosive ecstasy
as she touches her core
saturating herself
with her own blood

The Poet is spent
and dies to her muse
until the muse
lifts her up
once again
to its creative spirit

The Poet lives once again