Is the bird inside the song
she carries ‘long her way?
be with wings or turning wheels
the song of her will stay
Is a painter in the picture
somehow by design?
Does a writer’s flesh and blood
flow red between the lines?
Does a sculptor find himself
cold and carved in stone?
Do the artist and his muse
each wander home alone?
Yes and yes and i don’t know
the riddles of this life
just a nod with words that plod
until it feels just right ~
Lions Mane 
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