I’m happy to be the settling dust on inspiration,
I’ll even be the duster to ward it off at the onset of creation,
I’ll be the sunlight that makes it manifest when you lack imagination,
I’ll be the tsunami that washes it all when you need a new foundation.


The light is not what I seek,
Shadows are where resides heart-speak,
There I’ll drop morsels into your beak,
Ruffle feathers, intrigued and pique.


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