Give it All, Give it Now

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"One of the things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better."  -- Annie Dillard, The Writing Life

The following is a poem, by yours truly.

Muses

Nine imperceptible trickles, each drawn together by the motherly call of Mnemosyne 

Their gentle voices babble gracefully over the worn, mossy riverock in my mind

Tumbling, falling, and slipping through gaps at the edge of my understanding

Closer now, I recognize the splashing as it cascades through my being

The swelling current is demanding and pulls me into the stream

I wade deeper, and join with the singing - we become a river

A strange mixture of fear and exhilaration overwhelm me

Should I return back to my safe haven on the shore?

I am unable to resist, I dive, responding to the call

Faster, deeper into the roaring, crashing waves

I have lost myself in he abyss, we are one

Dancing together we change everything

Laughter bursts forth like a symphony

The stars above watch in wonder

Writing my story in the sky

Plucking an ageless song

It is a tragic love story

Hidden behind a veil

Muses whisper

"Listen!"