the sinew of my thoughts
has melt’d away
scattering their bones
in a crapshoot
to indecision
what can I dream up next?
gotta smear
that blank canvas
let the daubs
inspire my sight
ere I sleep on it
loujen haxm'Yor 
Muses have been already there… Thank you, Love, nia
Thank you for your visit, Nia.
Art